bocadelinferno

Nov 30, 2004 20:43

I sat on the kitchen counter sipping the very large cup of black coffee I'd made for myself and anyone who came in here looking for it. There were about 5 pots all done.

And I sat there. I still looked like I'd been beated up, but I couldn't hide in my room forever avoiding the world. I figured once these killer dreams were over I could try to go to the dean about missing so much school, and finals, got finals.

I kept going over in my head what I could say. "My boyfriend got kidnapped?" But what if he didn't? What if he just left me and I'm a fool? What if he doesn't love me, what if I'm just missing his constant attention and not him?

God I had to stop thinking.

I surveyed the liquor cabinent across the room and weighed my options. What would a drink do to me anyway? Calm me down. Just as long as I didn't fall asleep I'd be fine.

I hop off the counter and feel a shot of electricity pull from the toaster to my hand as I swip by it. I lurched back and looked at my hand, it was glowing a small hint of green. I stare at it and try to shake it away.

"No. Not now, whatever this is not now."

I close my eyes and it's still there. I don't know what else to do so I rush over to the cabinent and grab the first bottle of liquor I can find and start to gulp it down. My hand is still glowing and I feel the burn of whatever drink in my stomach.

I pull it away and cough loudly. The bottle drops and shatters on the floor. All I can do is cough and stare at my hand.

Then I feel something, I look up and a guy is standing there, watching me.

"Who are you?" I asked shakily.

((open just to the connorness))
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