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Authors: Lindsay Paige
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breath until I’m breathing too fast. I grip the bottle and down some more.
“Brittany.” Her voice is calm, the opposite of how I feel. “You’re worrying me. I don’t like you talking like this. You need to stop drinking and just go to bed.”
The words rush out of my mouth to keep up with my out of control breaths. “It won’t help. Nothing helps. I’m tired of talking. I feel like my lungs are going to explode and I can’t. I can’t!” I hang up and throw my phone across the room. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I sob. I don’t even know why I’m crying. Everything. Just every-fucking-thing! I’m so unbelievably over it that I want to let go completely.
I want to lock my door and never leave my house ever again to avoid dealing with life. Who needs it? What good is it? It’s just problem after problem after problem. It’s a bunch of bullshit. There’s pain. There’s an ex-boyfriend you don’t know what the hell to do about. There’s a job you love but you dread showing up because that means you have to leave your apartment. There’s so much that’s wrong and nothing that’s right. And if there is, it’s not worth the hassle.
My eyes begin to droop. Yes. Sleep. Take me away from reality for as long as possible. Faintly, I think I hear some thumping. But wait! The hockey game. I struggle to keep my eyes open while sipping from my bottle, making a mess as I miss my mouth a little. I need a straw. My brows pull together when something blocks my vision.
“Britt, what are you doing to yourself?”
Oh, god. No. Not that soft, caring voice. Is Trace invading my dreams now too? “Why is he here?” I blubber.
Dream Trace tries to take my bottle, but my hands tighten around it. “Your mom called Will’s office to get my number. She was worried you might do something stupid; glad to see you aren’t.” He starts pacing, but it’s hard to follow him.
Rage burns through my veins. “Go to hell. I don’t want you here! God, get out of my head. I hate you!” Without thinking twice, I sit up and throw the bottle at him. It’s disappointing when it misses. You’d think I’d have better aim.
“What the fuck?”
“You ruined me! I loved you, and you abandoned me! Why can’t you just leave me alone?” I fall backward, tired. “I just want it to stop,” I whisper, rolling over to face the back of the couch, and close my eyes. I want it all to end.
I groan as I rouse awake. My head is pounding, my chest and cheek feel sticky, and I fear too much movement may cause me to vomit.
“Good. You’re awake.”
Screaming, I jump upright to see Trace in one of my chairs. “What the fuck are you doing here? How’d you get in?” Before he can answer, I run to the trash can in the kitchen since it’s the closest and throw up. He tries to hold my hair, but I blindly push him away.
“Door wasn’t locked. What do you remember about last night?”
“Nothing. Why are you here?” I ask, wiping my mouth on my arm. He follows me into the bathroom where I quickly brush my teeth.
“You called your mom last night and freaked her the hell out, so she called Will’s office repeatedly until she could speak to him to get my cell number. She couldn’t get up with Rebecca and she wanted someone to check on you.”
“Well, get the hell out.” I’m in no mood to deal with him while dealing with a hangover from hell.
“Why are you drinking anyway? You know mixing that with your meds is a bad idea.”
“I’m not taking my meds!” I blurt out. I’m unbelievably sick of him lecturing me. I’m pissed at myself, at him, at my mom, and at Rebecca. Luckily for Trace, he’s here to get the brunt of my anger. “Go home! I don’t want you here. I don’t want to work this out with you. I don’t want you to tell me I’m making all the wrong decisions, Trace! I am this close to my breaking point and I’ll be damned if you’re going to watch me fall apart. You didn’t care to stick around
“Brittany.” Her voice is calm, the opposite of how I feel. “You’re worrying me. I don’t like you talking like this. You need to stop drinking and just go to bed.”
The words rush out of my mouth to keep up with my out of control breaths. “It won’t help. Nothing helps. I’m tired of talking. I feel like my lungs are going to explode and I can’t. I can’t!” I hang up and throw my phone across the room. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I sob. I don’t even know why I’m crying. Everything. Just every-fucking-thing! I’m so unbelievably over it that I want to let go completely.
I want to lock my door and never leave my house ever again to avoid dealing with life. Who needs it? What good is it? It’s just problem after problem after problem. It’s a bunch of bullshit. There’s pain. There’s an ex-boyfriend you don’t know what the hell to do about. There’s a job you love but you dread showing up because that means you have to leave your apartment. There’s so much that’s wrong and nothing that’s right. And if there is, it’s not worth the hassle.
My eyes begin to droop. Yes. Sleep. Take me away from reality for as long as possible. Faintly, I think I hear some thumping. But wait! The hockey game. I struggle to keep my eyes open while sipping from my bottle, making a mess as I miss my mouth a little. I need a straw. My brows pull together when something blocks my vision.
“Britt, what are you doing to yourself?”
Oh, god. No. Not that soft, caring voice. Is Trace invading my dreams now too? “Why is he here?” I blubber.
Dream Trace tries to take my bottle, but my hands tighten around it. “Your mom called Will’s office to get my number. She was worried you might do something stupid; glad to see you aren’t.” He starts pacing, but it’s hard to follow him.
Rage burns through my veins. “Go to hell. I don’t want you here! God, get out of my head. I hate you!” Without thinking twice, I sit up and throw the bottle at him. It’s disappointing when it misses. You’d think I’d have better aim.
“What the fuck?”
“You ruined me! I loved you, and you abandoned me! Why can’t you just leave me alone?” I fall backward, tired. “I just want it to stop,” I whisper, rolling over to face the back of the couch, and close my eyes. I want it all to end.
I groan as I rouse awake. My head is pounding, my chest and cheek feel sticky, and I fear too much movement may cause me to vomit.
“Good. You’re awake.”
Screaming, I jump upright to see Trace in one of my chairs. “What the fuck are you doing here? How’d you get in?” Before he can answer, I run to the trash can in the kitchen since it’s the closest and throw up. He tries to hold my hair, but I blindly push him away.
“Door wasn’t locked. What do you remember about last night?”
“Nothing. Why are you here?” I ask, wiping my mouth on my arm. He follows me into the bathroom where I quickly brush my teeth.
“You called your mom last night and freaked her the hell out, so she called Will’s office repeatedly until she could speak to him to get my cell number. She couldn’t get up with Rebecca and she wanted someone to check on you.”
“Well, get the hell out.” I’m in no mood to deal with him while dealing with a hangover from hell.
“Why are you drinking anyway? You know mixing that with your meds is a bad idea.”
“I’m not taking my meds!” I blurt out. I’m unbelievably sick of him lecturing me. I’m pissed at myself, at him, at my mom, and at Rebecca. Luckily for Trace, he’s here to get the brunt of my anger. “Go home! I don’t want you here. I don’t want to work this out with you. I don’t want you to tell me I’m making all the wrong decisions, Trace! I am this close to my breaking point and I’ll be damned if you’re going to watch me fall apart. You didn’t care to stick around
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