Chameleon

In a world crammed full of alcohol and sex Darcy Howard seemed to have it all. Every dusk closed with the taste of alcohol on her lips. Every dawn opened with another's touch.
Life was good. That's what she claimed. Exciting even.
Everyone and thing were drawn to this young woman. Her eyes were vibrant and mouth always smiling. Always up for the next adventure sprinkled in alcohol and drenched with sex.
Yet she was numb. She did not feel anything. Excitement, sadness, happiness, loneliness all passed her by in a haze. She felt nothing, she was an outer shell with nothing underneath.
Haunted by a past she pursues to forget the familiarity of the taste of alcohol is her only solace. The only one she permits. When a stranger looks into her soul rather than her eyes will she allow herself to climb out of her abyss she created? Or will she embrace it with open arms as she always has done?
Can she allow herself to let someone in or will she be too afraid of what he will find? Of what she will find?
Nothing was anything and anything was everything.

"When you look long into the abyss, the abyss looks into you"