Disclaimer: I don't own the OC, but if I did, season 4 wouldn't have sucked so much, LOL.
My term's over tomorrow, I've got an essay to do which I'm completely stuck at, so I found myself cleaning out my hard-drive and came across this baby here. I wrote it ages ago and it's not that great, but instead of chucking it away, I decided to share it anyway.
For the one person I'm too proud to apologise to.
Her Escape
It was taunting her, teasing her, testing her, trying to get her to crack, and so far, it was winning.
Her hands reached out for it, her fingertips brushed against the cool glass, and she felt a very familiar longing creeping up in her body.
She trailed her fingers over the smooth surface. She could feel the small letters imprinted on the bottle spelling out its name: Vodka.
Her grasp around the bottle tightened. She clutched it tightly in her palm while her other hand slowly glided along its neck, making its way to the lid.
She broke the seal with her thumbnail and unscrewed the lid with ease. With a relaxed smile on her face, she brought the bottle to her mouth, knowing what comfort and relief a sip of it would bring.
She wanted it. She needed it. All over again.
It was her escape.
Her crystal clear escape.
Her escape, her magic potion that erased all those painful memories and wiped away her looming fears.
She pressed the cool glass against her lips and closed her eyes as she let the fire hot liquid flow down her throat, gradually numbing her, giving her the oblivion she craved.
She knew it was just a path without an answer at the end.
She knew she couldn't escape from tomorrow.
But she also knew she could escape from reality today.
And tonight, that was all that mattered.