I've not wrote anything for a while.. just a little one shot based on the last 2/3 eps of what we've seen with Rita! Enjoy and please review!
The struggle of fighting was hard. So hard that everyday she substituted the tasteless, boring flavour of water for the bitter, sweet taste of vodka. The fear of not being able to function properly made it far from resistible and the fear of people starting to notice she was weak. Weak. Weak.
Noises of all sorts entered her ears, ringing around and around until she awoke. The annoying alarm clock rang so frequently it gave her a migraine. Waking up with a hangover is what she'd dread. But not only had she awoken with a hangover, but with a completely new attitude to life.
After seeing her colleagues death she knew she was lucky. Lucky in many ways, but mainly to be alive. She had realised that death was a 'problem' she could face by vodka, it was reality. She used to tell herself 'we are all going to die at one point' but hearing about her former colleague, Jeff, die in such horrible, tragic manner, something clicked. She soon figured out that what she was doing wasn't just affecting her, it was affecting her work standards, her friends and her family. People care and they always will.
Seeing her closest friend Ash grieve upset her. It wasn't his fault at all, Jeff was doing his job. Ash had made many attempts in the past to save Rita, save her from drinking herself to her grave. She knew if she didn't stop, he would also blame himself for not trying hard enough to help her, when really, he tried his best.
This morning was different. She was going to change.
No, she isn't going out and buying a whole new wardrobe to shake off the old Rita, she is going to change her lifestyle. Ironically, she would tell people to stop drinking at work and that it would kill them, but she would go home every night and crave the sensation she gets when the alcoholic beverage reaches the back of her throat.
It was 7pm and she knew she had some vodka stored in a cupboard away from her sight, she went over to the cupboard and picked up the bottle. Unscrewing the lid and grabbing a glass, she headed to the freezer for some ice. She placed five ice cubes at the bottom of her glass, topping it up with a clear substance. Taking a mouthful of water, she courageously poured the vodka that had no sentimental value to her or anyone else, down the sink. She sighed, cried and begged for someone to bring her an alcoholic drink. She relied on vodka to help her sleep and get through the night but she resisted the temptation of going to the shop and buying a new bottle.
The first night is always the worse. She woke up the following morning so fresh that it made her realise that drinking is horrible and not a comfort zone at all. She sure did regret those nights that led her to getting a severe hangover.
A few weeks passed by and Rita hadn't drank a single drop. She overcame her addiction and was happier than ever.
Please review as i would like to know if you like my Rita fics/one-shots. I know i have started a Rita fic ('Vital decisions') but i haven't got that much time for it at the minute, and i'm getting writers block. Please review this one-shot x