Her head spins and her eyesight blurs but she slumps against the table, and knocks back another… she doesn't know what she's drinking, but it's strong and it's muggle.
Nothing matters right now because the alcohol is intoxicating her system- letting pretty words cloud her mind and letting her pretend she has a pretty face, and has done pretty things, and has pretty lovely people around her.
As her head rolls around and a bullet of pain rips through her head, a round shape comes into her blurry vision- another person to keep her company, she expects. His charming words and soft touches are accepted because she can feel the galleons slipping into her pockets and she knows what she'll be buying as soon as he leaves her alone.
But the money always runs out and the pretty pills always dissapear and she always has to go back to that place and pretend that she cares- it's in a mans arms that she feels the most alone, for it makes her mind swim with him, it makes her heart ache and her mind swell.
Her glass…her glass is always full of something; she doesn't care what it is as long as it makes her vision hazy and her hearing heavy. One night she slips up and she tells of the man she swore to herself she would never again speak of.
"I loved him and he left me."
She drags on her cigarette and catches sight of herself in a mirror opposite, the person she's become causing disgust to churn in her stomach. If she could describe herself, it would be disgusting, emaciated, weak and hollow. Her eyes are shrunken and tearful with grey bags lining them. Her cheeks are hollow, her lips dry. Her hair is thin and straw like. She doesn't know what has happened to herself and it frustrates her- she can't take it anymore so she just smashes the damn thing, not caring about the splinters and the blood that are now mingling in her hand.
This is all his fault, that her heart is sunken, empty, black. That she's turned to… this. The pretty pills and the cigarettes, the untouched plates and the constant state of intoxication.
He broke her heart so she's breaking herself.
"You're so lovely…" She thinks this is what the elderly man with the twisted smile is whispering in her ear, but she couldn't be sure because she's completely wasted and she's not lovely, she's ugly and she's lonely.
And she doesn't even know that he's right here as she swallows the colourful candies and knocks back the variously coloured liquids, because she's too focused on this idea that he's gone. He's not- he's here and she's stuck in her mind.
A/N- Well today was one of those days that I just wanted to let my inspiration run free! Of course that would include writing about Daphne and Blaise... I'm so mean to her hahaha ;) Anyhow, I wrote this in literally 5 minutes but I'm still quite proud of it! Drop me a review lovely people? :)