Imagine: Austin Mahone Edition *EDITING*

High all the time

My breathing rattles as I take another sip of scotch. Tears can't help but roll down my cheeks constantly. People stare at me in disgust as I make my way down the crowded streets. I can't help it. I'm a fucking mess and I don't know how to control myself anymore. "Excuse me mam," a mans voice says from behind me. "What?" I rudely reply not even bothering to turn around. "Public intoxication is illegal." I roll my eyes at his comment, then put the bottle to my lips, letting the warm burning sensation slowly seep down my throat in pleasure.
"I'm going to have to have you come with me," the guy says, grabbing my wrist. My sense of reality comes back to me once I feel the handcuffs snap on. My safety guard of liquor falls to the concrete and shatters. Oh god, what have I done?
Without thinking, I fall to the ground. The officer holds on to me, but let's me sink. "I'm sorry.." I muffle out, sobbing. "I know mam, but I need you to get up and come with me."
He pulls on my arms and tries to make me get up.
"But I don't want to," I object. "My husbands dead. Austin is fucking dead.. I have nothing anymore.."
Suddenly the man stops trying to fight me and looks at me with sympathy. "You're Mrs. Mahone?"
My nose sniffles as I close my eyes and whence at the sound of my last name.
I shake my head and reopen my eyes.
"I am so sorry Mrs. Mahone.. Your husbands death has all of us pretty messed up. I can't imagine what you're going through.."
More tears leak through my eyes. "It's hard. It's really hard..."
Silence elopes us for a moment, then he picks me up to my feet and instead of pulling me along to the police station, he does what no officer has done to me in the past. He embraces me in a hug. Something I need. Something I wish I had everyday. Something I miss the most... Austin's gone and it's like I have to keep myself drunk just to get some kind of stop from the pain. When will it ever stop?