Praise My Sins..!

Slurred, as stated.

The rest of that day sucked, just as the 2 weeks of school had.

It was all the same.

Everyday, nobody talked to me.

Andy ignored me.

It was my fault everyone hated me.

I am a sick and twisted bitch.

I knew I was slipping into a deeper depression , but I just let it take me.

I began drinking, and by the start of the third week of school, I knew I had a problem.

But I wasn't willing to fix it.

I was letting it kill me.

————————

I woke up Monday morning, late.

The first thing I leaned for, was my vodka.

I drank 1/3 the bottle right there on my bed.

I didn't care how late I was, or that it was almost 4th period.

I went to school in the same outfit I had wore Friday, and all weekend.

I skipped the shower.

I didn't brush my hair, nothing.

I had Major bags under my eyes.

But it didn't matter at this point.

I was already disgusting, why try and fix it?

As I stumbled into the kitchen, I grabbed a water bottle, filling it with the rest of the vodka in the bottle.

I walked to school, getting there around the end of 4th period.

Reeling of alcohol, I went to my locker and stood there.

For no reason.

I just opened it and stood there.

Drunk. Well, I was overly drunk at this point.

——————-

The bell rang after about 5 minutes, and i wobbled my way downstairs to the cafeteria.

Skipping the food line, I went straight to the back table.

I sat down, and started to chug some more vodka.

Mumbling to myself,  I caught a glimpse of Andy.

He was sitting on the other end of the lunchroom, just starting at me.

His eyes looked worried and sad.

"Fucking bitch" I mumbled to myself, sipping what was left of the vodka.

——————-

I felt a presence behind me, the same one from the first day.

Of course, it was Way.

"Emma?" He spoke sadly.

"That would be me. Yesss?" I slurred.

He sat beside me this time, looking at me with concerned eyes.

I didn't put a sweatshirt on this morning, leaving my scars up for show.

But somehow, it didn't bother me.