AN: Yeah, I wrote a second one. I thought of it right after I posted the other one. Hopefully everyone likes it.
Disclaimer: Nope, no ownage of characters.
With each sip, the pain goes away.
The numbness seeps in, and all the hurt is gone.
It's impossible to feel the pain when the world is blurry, now, isn't it?
Sam left me for her. Dad's dead because of me.
Every morning I look in the mirror and see someone else. This isn't Leah Clearwater.
I am not Leah Clearwater. At least, not anymore.
What else do I have to live for?
With each sip, I'm giving up slowly.
Fighting, love, hope… I'm giving it all up.
The red liquid touches my lips, and the alcohol only slightly numbs the pain.
A big, blurry figure approaches and gently grabs my arm.
"Leah? Leah, are you okay?" Jacob asks.
Three words. Those three words tell me someone actually cares.
Looking into Jacob's sincere brown eyes, I feel hope alight in me again.