The Dark Fairytale

One

"You'd regret it, trust me." I reply trying to sound convincing.

"We're stronger than you, at least emotionally, so go on." Veronica says slashing her eyebrows at me. Those words are primarily enough for me to have a mental breakdown but right now I'm more than enough prepared to go for giving over receiving.

"Yeah right, after all I was the one who cut her wrist for a boy."

I tease emphasizing 'I'. She doesn't reply but by her expressions, anybody can tell how uncomfortable she is feeling right now. I can say I don't always have guts to speak up to people like this. But right now, it's not me speaking, it's alcohol most definitely. Unlike all these people around me, I don't do alcohol occasionally, indeed this is my first time and I would say alcohol is worth taking. When I was young, my parents used to scare me saying drinking alcohol leads to spinning head and a sore throat, and at that time, both of these situations seemed too frightening to take risk.

"It wasn't for a boy!" she finally replies adding a 'moron' at the end. I have never understood what problem she has with me, I mean apart from 'You stole my love.' issue. But as much as I remember, we resolved it three months ago. But I won't blame her either; even I think that it isn't that easy to move on from Carron.

"I apologize; I totally forgot that it's okay for a girl to like girls these days."

I had planned bouncing the topic but didn't because I want her to feel exactly how she makes other people feel. I want to give her the taste of her own medicine. Not to mention, her medicine is mostly all intoxicating substances so I made some difference in her taste too.

"I'm leaving!"

She announces looking furious but behind that tough face, I know she is losing deep down inside. She's the kind of girl every guy craves for. Tanned skin (Thanks to those beauty products), green eyes, dark hair that reaches her shoulder blades, pointed edge nose and a perfect figure. Also, she is five inches taller than me. She's the girl who will get entitled 'The Perfect Girl' by society, if she's still a girl.

"Emotionally-stable-girl-who-hasn't-cut-her-wrist-for-a-boy already terrified?"

I can tell from her face that she definitely wants to kill me. I've never gotten along with girls. Especially girls like Veronica, who have a tendency to make others feel low and they do it because they are the ones at the bottom and if they won't push others down, everyone will find it where they stand.

"Leaving is what people prefer when they are sitting next to a brainless creature."

She gets back at me, smiling broadly. Did she really think she was going to win? I mean yes I'm a brainless creature, that part is true but how can she even think this will end here. And why doesn't she understand what alcohol has done to me?
"Oh yeah everyone, we should leave."

I 'suggest' to people sitting there, obviously directing at Veronica. I don't want to become a girl like her and neither am I trying. I'm just trying to be reasonable.

"Hey girls stop it. I don't want to remember this day because of a major fight." Carron says as he tightens the grip around my waist.
"You can stop at least." He whispers to me as he leans closer. How can he even manage to be himself after several drinks? Here I am just two shots down and totally transformed into my eternal form.
"I'm so emotionally weak, you know. I can't control myself. Other people must take care." I reply to his words, audibly enough for everyone to hear, taking a sip of my drink. That was the last hit; I don't want any more drama. As I look at my left, I see the pink curtains hanging on the window that are all pushed aside and the view of the outside is visible. It's dark. We all are gathered at Carron's for our (his and mine) 'little' engagement party.