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Bruno Mars // Liquor Store Blues
Harry's P.O.V
Three weeks have past since Melody's birthday. We're Both back in school. The days are pretty normal. Wake up, go to school, come home do homework, cook, and go to sleep. We haven't had much time to do anything extra.
Melody hasn't really been herself lately. Her mind, yet again is always elsewhere. When I question her about she gets really defensive so I leave it be. I've caught her outside weird hours of the night, only for her to lie to me when I ask where's she's been. She has a short temper and is very irritable now. I pretend not to notice the newly cuts on her arms.
I hate that she's distancing herself having to fight this internal battle by herself. She's been using alcohol as her leeway. She'll wake up in the middle of the night and pour herself a shot or two.
She thinks I'm oblivious to this shit but I notice it all. Her shortness in temper is the reason why I haven't brought it up. I don't know how she'd react and she'd deny it all or lie to me anyway.
It's now Friday evening. "Don't you think you've had enough?" I ask Melody as she takes her fourth shot. She pours another and looks me in the eyes as she downs her fifth. My jaw clenches, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I stalk over to her rip the bottle out of her hands and slam it on the parallel counter. "Dammit Melody, what is your problem!?" I shout. She stares at me. Her eyes look empty like the first time I met her. Her eyes are gated, forbidding anyone from looking any deeper. Her glossy dark eyes stare blankly at me. She pushes past me and goes for the bottle. Again, her eyes meet mine as she Puts the bottle to her lips and downs it. My breathing becomes ragged. I cross the kitchen in one long stride snatch the bottle from her and I launched it at the opposite wall. Liquid and glass splatter all across the floor.
I'm livid now. "What the hell has been going on with you!"
Melody's nostrils are flaring matching my own. "Nothing! Nothing is wrong with me! I'm fine!" her words are a bit slurred. "No you're not fucking fine! All you've been doing is lying, sneaking around, and drinking! I'm sick of it!"
"My mother is dead, and I don't know where the hell my father is, dead for all I give a damn! So stop acting like you're my parent Harry! You're not! You don't need to worry about me!"
No ones P.O.V
Her eyes gloss over and her heart and stomach clench in pain as she spits venom at him. All she wants is to feel the burning sensation down her throat.
As the liquor undulates down her throat, she's is not reminded of her struggles. The one other thing that can not summon her past back. The One other thing that makes her forget everything, even if it's only for a little while. She's craving something else to fill the the black hole.
Although Harry will always be the more powerful, more dominant poison. It can take 2-8 hours or a full day to rid alcohol out of your system. But it's going to take much more than time,
to remove him from hers.
She rather her addiction to be something that will stick around. He has the ability to leave any second, taking her leeway, and her light with him. Alcohol will stick around for as long as she needs.
Heated words are exchanged between the two. Tears slip from Melody's eyes.
Harry's P.O.V
"Fuck you! Screw you Harry!" Melody screams. Her face is a deep red matching her eyes her hair is tousled all around her face sticking to her face from her tears. My heart is in my stomach. It's just the alcohol talking I keep trying to convince myself. She socks me in the chest."i don't need you!" she socks me again. "I don't fucking need you!" she socks me again "Screw You! Screw you!" her last hit failed as her knuckles scraped my chest. She clings onto the fabric of my shirt. "I don't need you.." Her voice is now weak and horse. "I know." I agree.
She slides to the floor, sobbing. "Dammit!" she screams punching the floor multiple times.
No ones P.O.V.
Watching her crumble gradually, and then it was like a downpour of pain.
From heights he never reached. Her soul crushed. He tries to hold her but she moves away.
Both of them feel completely hopeless.
Five minutes later she gets up and strides for the door. She ignores his "where are you going" shouts.
It's too noisy outside,even whispers sound like shouts and screams.
The world spinning beneath her feet. She's suffocating.
Please stop the voices!
She pleads helplessly clawing at her face. It hurts! She screams into the empty alleyway. Please make it stop!
She screams yet again.
She pulls at her roots and screams, screams into oblivion. Her yell echoed through the alley. She goes and gets the Bourbon she has stashed behind the dumpster. She drinks and drinks, and drinks until she feels.. Nothing. Her vision is obscured, she can no longer see but the voices are no longer pursuing her.
***
I bet you forgot to tell yourself "I love you" today. Or "you're beautiful"
But you didn't forget to tell anyone else you saw lifting them up with your encouraging words that you refuse to say to yourself. You tell them that they are so strong for not giving up, to keep moving on when in reality you have done the same.
You're forgetting to love yourself, because you are too busy wondering when someone else will. Love yourself today, so that you will have the strength to let someone else do it for you.
It starts here In between destroying yourself and making yourself better.
Swaying between the good thoughts and the bad. Opening yourself to the reality of this hurt hoping light gets in.
Relish in the amazement that you've made it this far
Despite it all
You're still breathing
Despite the storm,
You're still swimming
Goodnight. Love yourself!!! Just keep swimming you'll find the shore soon.
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