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Some People Change:
Based on the song Some people change by Montgomery Gentry.
Sitting in a booth at a college bar Olivia Benson stares out at her friends dancing and having a good time as a memory flashes through her mind. She nurses her second double bourbon of the night as she considers the direction her life has taken. She here trying to drink away her problems after a particularly hard day. She is doing exactly what she told herself she would never do.
Olivia knew she was born with her mother's habit. When you are raised around that kind of environment it's easy to follow in the path set before you. Sadly, she had done exactly that. She told herself she wouldn't become her mother. She knew long ago she had been lying to herself. She hated herself more every time she took a drink, but lately that seemed to only fuel her urge and desire to drink herself into oblivion after her days finished around campus. She told herself that she would not become a victim, she would control her life and become everything she wanted to be in life. She was quickly realizing that she was sliding down a slippery slope and losing those ambitions and dreams. Snapping out of her day dream she laid a twenty on the bar next to her now empty glass, shot her dancing friends a look and left the bar.
The walk across campus gave Olivia time to think and time to breathe. As she walked she mentally went over the direction her life was heading and made the hard decision to change it. To get her life back on track and start reaching for her dreams again instead of a bottle. She walked up the steps into her building and down the hall to her small apartment with determination in her stride. She had plans to start fresh tomorrow. She opened her apartment door and strode directly to her small liquor stash under her kitchen sink. She grabbed the three unopened bottles of whiskey and headed back out into the fresh night air. As Olivia walked toward the dumpster beside her building a light rain began to fall around her. Though ill dressed for the weather Olivia remained, raising the first bottle high over her head she slammed it into the bin. At the sound of the shattering glass her tears began to stream down her face, she knew she had made the best decision for her life. As she shattered the second bottle she knew deep down that every tomorrow to come would be brighter. Upon shattering the third and final bottle she plodded back toward her apartment standing taller than she had in quite some time.
Olivia dealt with things as they came after that night, she fought the DTs, every single urge to buy another bottle and drown her worries and sorrows. She knew that she would not find the answer at the bottom of the bottle any more. She spoke with her advisers, changed her major, and settled on a focus program for her new line of study. She knew now that not only would she refuse to be a victim but she would spend her life and career helping victims and seeking justice on their behalf.
Shall there be a second chapter? Let me know what you think.