***DARCIE***
I sobbed my fucking eyes out all month. Though I tried my best to hide it, good thing Duff's room wasn't next to mine, I don't want him to even hear a single inch of a whimper escaping my lips. Whether this was a break or a breakup...this was hard, really fucking hard. I have been needing extra coverage near my eyes, Elena said they were really red and scratchy and I looked like shit. I sure felt like it. It feels even worse, the other day I was crying on the floor or whatever and my posters of George Harrison and Johnny Thunders were just peering down on me...spooky shit.
Once it was late at night I let everything out, I have been drinking at work a bit not too much but enough to feel something, drink just a sip before bed, I've been thinking of going back on pills for a bit, just for kicks. I've been trying my best to keep writing and working on my project but it's hard, I need music...
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I decided I'm gonna go down for dinner today...I heard plates and glasses already clinking downstairs, chairs being pulled out, I took a breath and took the empty wine glass down with me. All eyes were on me, I just wanted to sit down. Duff's head lifted up for a minute his eyes getting mine but quickly swiped away. I frowned as I walked behind the counter, I reached up on my tippy toes to reach for the bottle, I'm positive it was here I just couldn't reach, Duff saw my struggle, my bare feet reach the floor again...shit. "uh Duff" I cough, he looks at me and crosses his arms sitting back on his chair with very almost quick paranoid movements, I cocked a brow...he's drunk. oh boy.
"no" he says, I roll my eyes. "why don't you ask someone else?" he cocks his head, his voice in a more higher mocking like tone. "cause everyone else is the same damn height as me" I say. agitated, heart broken, annoyed, and tired.
"Dar he's drunk" Axl tries to brush off, and direct my attention back to Duff "come on quit being a dick" I mumble.
"I'm the dick? coming the girl who broke up with me for no reason?" he scoffed, I knocked the wine glass over as it hit the ground , all the boys looked up. "what the fuck is your problem?!" I growl. "I'm trying to negotiateee and talllkk" he slurred
"talk to me when your sober asshole" I say before I go run back upstairs I look down at the glass shards "sorry guys" I quietly mutter to the boys.
