Prologue; Sooner or Later

Sooner or later,
Your gonna hate it,
Go ahead and throw your life away,
Driving me under,
Leaving me out there,
Go ahead and throw your life away.
-Breaking Benjamin


Her breathing came out hot and fast, everything felt so heavy, and she could feel the sensation slowly spreading throughout her entire body. She slumped her shoulders forward with a harsh jerk, and only being able to explain the feeling as it was like she was carrying weights on her shoulders, and they were pushing her down father and father into the old wood floor. Each step seemed to take forever, her room feeling so much farther than it really was, than it could be. She felt frustrated that her room and her warm bed seemed to never get any closer, and she was struggling to get there, but couldn't find it in her to become angry, as the feelings happy and relief flowed through her at the same time, as the beautiful clear liquid in her hands seemed to always have that intense effect on her mind.

At that moment she didn't care that she had become so weak as to turn to her mother's stash. She didn't know if her mother was too drunk to notice or just didn't care that for the past two months her daughter had been stealing the large quantity of the intoxicating beverage she had under her bed. She was betting on the later.

Her legs began to go numb, she couldn't even feel her aching body anymore, and it felt nice. This stuff was magical; it had the ability to make all the pain and hurt go away, like nothing else could. It was beautiful to her, and peaceful. Yes, peaceful, she thought. Suddenly the numbing feeling she had in her legs began to take control; and finally giving way under the pressure of her buzzing body, in front of her bedroom door, landing hard onto her knee's, the shock making her realise a small moan, and leaning forward harshly onto her door frame. She felt a warm thick liquid stream down her face, and to her chapped lips, it tasted like iron.

After a few moments she finally felt she had enough strength to grip her hand firmly around the neck of the bottle that was slipping from her grip. Taking in one last breath she lifted the glass bottle to her lips, and tilted her head back far enough to suck the last remains of the bottle dry. Though there was only a small amount of the alluring fluid left, she gasped for air and quickly inhaled sharply as it flowed down her throat, viciously attacking her stomach with its harsh taste.

Quickening her breath hoping to cure the bitter sensation forming in her stomach and mouth, she leaned back to far, falling slightly back onto the other side of the door frame, losing drip on the bottle. Breathing became something like a comfort to her, freeing from the hysteria going on in her mind, the more oxygen she took in the more calm she felt. She open her eyes to look down at her hand that just a second ago held firmly to the neck of the glass bottle, suddenly feeling the effects of what was once in the bottle, she closed her eyes for a moment.

She didn't know how long she laid there for, but when she opened her eyes with what felt like minutes later, she noticed that the once dark sky out her window had speckles of orange, pink and blue in it, signalling the start of Monday. Groaning she moved her arms up to the edge of the door frame in front of her and slowly hoisted her sore and tired body up from the ground.

Stopping only for a moment to calm the buzzing in her head, she collapsed onto her bed, her body feeling warm comfortable and….happy. She had lived through another night, and that was something she felt the need to be happy about. Lately life had become more of a struggle every day, thing were changing fast, and she didn't like it. Activities she once enjoyed became part of the past and her friends took interest in other things, making her feel uncomfortable and unwanted, when in reality it probably wasn't even like that, but it was hard to see anything past the smiles of her friends, seeing how happy they were, she felt like she was being left behind, feeling like she had nothing to ground her and giving her that feeling of having nothing to make her feel safe.

But she had her Beautiful Liquid, her Alluring Fluid, her Elegant Mistress, her Crystal Beauty.

Her Haven.


Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly or any of the characters.

Hey everyone!

This is my first time writing a fanfic, so I'm a little nervous as to what you guys will think.

Any helpful suggestions are welcome, be as BURTAL as you want. I want to test out my writing skills. I feel like it seems rushed. :S If you have any suggestions also on what you think should happen in the story FEEL FREE TO SAY SO. I'll take your suggestions VERY seriously.

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