Just another drink. All the memories will fade. I'm tired of being in my own Facade.
Just another drink, I don't care anymore. I just don't want to think
Your name is Roxy Lalonde, you love drinking, it's been a passion and it was always hard to stop. Recently, a man you once loved has passed this world, Dirk Strider you loved the man. It has been today, that you last looked at yourself in the mirror. The pieces all lay on the floor, just like your heart. You would miss the man you once called a lover, but now he lay in the hands of death.
Tears streamed your cheeks, but you sat infront of your laptop. The screen was blurry, no, no it wasn't. That was just your tears. Silly you. You took a swig from your martini glass, but in it held a few strong drinks that you favoured in it. There beside your laptop lay a bottle of pills, your doctor subscribed them to maybe help you stop with your addiction, silly him. It wouldn't work. Your heart was aching, a picture of you and Dirk lay on your desk face down. Was it really necessary for God or whatever shit hell of a person who run's this place, do this to you!? You took another cold swig of the alcohol. The strength of the drink hasn't got you drunk. God know's how much glasses you've had. Tears swelled your eyes, his shirt filled with tears. You remember like it was yesterday, He walked into your house and asked to take a shower, you agreed and he did; taking his leave as he left before thanking you. He left one of his shirts by the shower. You ironed and washed the shirt everyday. You didn't like seeing things get messy. Another sip was taken of your drink. Your wrists were burning. Long red oozing blood came from the deep cuts. If you were drunk enough you wouldn't feel the pain.
The pain didn't come from your wrists but from your heart. Who the hell decided you shouldn't be the one to die? It wasn't fair. You had nothing to live for, Janey had a crush on Dirk, Dirk had a crush on Jake. But who the hell would care if you lived anyway. You smiled at this thought, having another glass. The funeral came soon. Not Dirk's but yours. You wanted to die, it was a dream. Atleast you won't feel pain anymore... It seemed a while now since you've felt like this. But even now alcohol couldn't help. You reached for the blade, making a nice long slice down your wrist, it cut the vain and bled madly. But you just took another drink of your alcohol. There was more tears, but you decided to pick up the pill bottle, taking one pill out at a time.
One, Two...Three...Four...Five...Six...Seven...Eight... Nine...Ten.
Yes, Ten was perfect. You slowly opened your mouth, popping them in one at a time.
One... Two...Three...Four...Five...Six...Seven...Eight... Nine...Ten...
You began to swallow the pills, almost gaging at how much you could fit in your petite mouth. The world around you became a big blur, reaching to you was a familiar hand, it pulled you close to its chest, on the things chest was a white shirt with a orange ball cap on it. Looking up you seen the most ironic shades ever and a man smiling down to you. You laughed through tears, reaching for your glass in enough time to
Take another drink...