Original Fiction: Broken [6/14]
Title: Original Fiction: Broken [6/14]
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: R
Warning: Underage drinking and drug abuse.
POV: 1st, Chance
Summary: Chance, 18 years old and the main character, has multiple mental disorders, all of which are either undiagnosed or untreated, and lives with his best friend, Nate. Nate, 17, is mostly sane and logical, but tends to be oblivious to the hell going on around him. Megan, Nate's troubled 16 year old girlfriend, has problems with her mother because of her issues with men and dated Chance a few years prior. This is their story.
Word Count: 686 [this part]; 8,753 [total]
Author Notes: Based on semi-realistic events that happened to either myself or my friends.
Ch. 1 : Ch. 2 : Ch. 3 : Ch. 4 : Ch. 5 : Ch. 7
Ch. 8 : Ch. 9 : Ch. 10 : Ch. 11 : Ch. 12 : Ch. 13 : Ch. 14
So much alcohol. I was in heaven. If there is such a thing.
Our friends started piling in, it was all kinda fun. It was like Christmas without the presents really... except, we had alchy. That's all that really matters. It was the only thing that made me happy anymore. Well, almost the only thing.
Everyone was here. No one else had been invited. But there was one last knock at the door. I was pouring drinks, so Nate went to answer it.
"Hey, what are you doing here so late...? Are you alright?"
I didn't know who it was, cause I couldn't see around Nate's fat ass, but I knew who it was when I heard her. I could never mistake that voice. And I could never forget it either. Fucking bitch.
"I'm okay. I couldn't stand being in that fucking hell hole any longer. Mom practically cried herself to sleep, and it's so depressing in there. I had to get out."
"She know you're here?"
"She can figure it out when the time comes."
Nate considered her for a second before letting her in. And there she was, in our house. I hate her. Why does she have to ruin such a great night?
Although, as she stepped over to the couch and plopped down next to Cameron, who was sipping on a sour I made for him, I took in just how pitiful she looked. Her nerves were obviously shot to hell, she looked like she had just been in a fight, and there were tear streaks running down her face. It was like a train wreck; so horrible, yet you just couldn't look away.
"Dude, don't put too much Amaretto in there!"
My thoughts had distracted me from pouring drinks, and I put a little too much alcohol in Jesse's drink. I fixed it though and handed it to him.
"Just trying to get me drunk, I see how this is..."
She was talking to Cameron. They were talking pretty quietly, so I couldn't hear them very well.
For the time being, I can't really remember what happened then until there was a lot of drinking and talk of some weed. Apparently, Cam had brought over some badass schwagg and was offering it to anyone who would go smoke it with him. It was all a little blurry, but Nate agreed to let them do it in the house, considering how hot it was outside, even after dark. Now, I didn't have any, but Jesse, Nunu, Brandon, and Hutch were calling dibs. Cam even passed the pipe to her a couple of times. I don't know if Nate saw, but if he did he wasn't getting upset about it.
As the night wore on, she was downing shots with the rest of us. Nate had gone out front with Brian and Bingo to have a few cigarettes and talk about stuff I guess. So I was left with the drunk high bastards.
Someone had put on Tool at some point. Or was it A Perfect Circle? No, I remember now, it was Pink Floyd. They wanted something to trip on. Whatever.
I hate telling stories about things I don't really remember too well. Maybe I can't remember cause I was drunk. Maybe I had inhaled a bit of secondhand smoke from the schwagg. I don't know.
Anyway, eventually there was like this laughing fit cause someone told a lame ass joke, and since everyone was a little off, it was hilarious. She was somehow on the ground at that point, and she was like, rolling around. Laughing. It was pretty funny.
But something happened. Once again, I can't recall exactly. But somehow she suddenly jumped up off the floor and like, puked in the sink. It was gross. But we were still laughing. I don't know why.
Then everyone was serious. Then they disappeared, and she was on the floor again. I don't know what I was thinking, but instinct took over, and I grabbed her up and dragged her to the bathroom.
It kinda felt like a dream. In a way.
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A/N: More of my work here.
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: R
Warning: Underage drinking and drug abuse.
POV: 1st, Chance
Summary: Chance, 18 years old and the main character, has multiple mental disorders, all of which are either undiagnosed or untreated, and lives with his best friend, Nate. Nate, 17, is mostly sane and logical, but tends to be oblivious to the hell going on around him. Megan, Nate's troubled 16 year old girlfriend, has problems with her mother because of her issues with men and dated Chance a few years prior. This is their story.
Word Count: 686 [this part]; 8,753 [total]
Author Notes: Based on semi-realistic events that happened to either myself or my friends.
Ch. 1 : Ch. 2 : Ch. 3 : Ch. 4 : Ch. 5 : Ch. 7
Ch. 8 : Ch. 9 : Ch. 10 : Ch. 11 : Ch. 12 : Ch. 13 : Ch. 14
So much alcohol. I was in heaven. If there is such a thing.
Our friends started piling in, it was all kinda fun. It was like Christmas without the presents really... except, we had alchy. That's all that really matters. It was the only thing that made me happy anymore. Well, almost the only thing.
Everyone was here. No one else had been invited. But there was one last knock at the door. I was pouring drinks, so Nate went to answer it.
"Hey, what are you doing here so late...? Are you alright?"
I didn't know who it was, cause I couldn't see around Nate's fat ass, but I knew who it was when I heard her. I could never mistake that voice. And I could never forget it either. Fucking bitch.
"I'm okay. I couldn't stand being in that fucking hell hole any longer. Mom practically cried herself to sleep, and it's so depressing in there. I had to get out."
"She know you're here?"
"She can figure it out when the time comes."
Nate considered her for a second before letting her in. And there she was, in our house. I hate her. Why does she have to ruin such a great night?
Although, as she stepped over to the couch and plopped down next to Cameron, who was sipping on a sour I made for him, I took in just how pitiful she looked. Her nerves were obviously shot to hell, she looked like she had just been in a fight, and there were tear streaks running down her face. It was like a train wreck; so horrible, yet you just couldn't look away.
"Dude, don't put too much Amaretto in there!"
My thoughts had distracted me from pouring drinks, and I put a little too much alcohol in Jesse's drink. I fixed it though and handed it to him.
"Just trying to get me drunk, I see how this is..."
She was talking to Cameron. They were talking pretty quietly, so I couldn't hear them very well.
For the time being, I can't really remember what happened then until there was a lot of drinking and talk of some weed. Apparently, Cam had brought over some badass schwagg and was offering it to anyone who would go smoke it with him. It was all a little blurry, but Nate agreed to let them do it in the house, considering how hot it was outside, even after dark. Now, I didn't have any, but Jesse, Nunu, Brandon, and Hutch were calling dibs. Cam even passed the pipe to her a couple of times. I don't know if Nate saw, but if he did he wasn't getting upset about it.
As the night wore on, she was downing shots with the rest of us. Nate had gone out front with Brian and Bingo to have a few cigarettes and talk about stuff I guess. So I was left with the drunk high bastards.
Someone had put on Tool at some point. Or was it A Perfect Circle? No, I remember now, it was Pink Floyd. They wanted something to trip on. Whatever.
I hate telling stories about things I don't really remember too well. Maybe I can't remember cause I was drunk. Maybe I had inhaled a bit of secondhand smoke from the schwagg. I don't know.
Anyway, eventually there was like this laughing fit cause someone told a lame ass joke, and since everyone was a little off, it was hilarious. She was somehow on the ground at that point, and she was like, rolling around. Laughing. It was pretty funny.
But something happened. Once again, I can't recall exactly. But somehow she suddenly jumped up off the floor and like, puked in the sink. It was gross. But we were still laughing. I don't know why.
Then everyone was serious. Then they disappeared, and she was on the floor again. I don't know what I was thinking, but instinct took over, and I grabbed her up and dragged her to the bathroom.
It kinda felt like a dream. In a way.
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A/N: More of my work here.