A single heart wrenching sob broke forth from the girl's mouth as the words replay themselves over and over in her mind.
"You're adopted."
The noise ripped a hole through the girl's parents and they moved towards her.
The seemingly catatonic girl ripped herself away from the heartless people attempting to console her.
No words came forth, not a sound broke the tense silence that enveloped them.
The girl took one look at the people she thought she knew and fled from the room.
Nothing made sense anymore and the girl felt like she had fallen into Edvard Munch's Scream. The whole world had warped and twisted until it was barely recognisable.
On the way out of the house she blindly grabbed at one of the bottles to her left. She had enough sense around her to remember that the substance inside the bottle would help her forget. If at least, for a little while.
She stepped outside and started walking. She had no destination in mind only the unquenchable need to get as far away from that place as possible.
As she was walking the girl undid the bottle and gulped down a mouthful of the liquid. The amber coloured alcohol burned down her throat and she gasped as soon as she swallowed. It didn't taste at all appealing but it was as necessary as air to the girl at that point.
All she could think of was the peaceful oblivion she knew the liquid could give her.
So she drank, and drank and while she imbibed, she walked. She walked until her feet ached and she felt relief every time she lifted her feet only to receive a sharp stabbing burst when she put her foot back down again.
She refused to think, she refused to feel anything other than the pain and the feeling of unawareness that was sneaking up on her.
The air around her that had once been bitingly freezing had dulled to a mere annoying chill. The rose coloured light that had once surrounded her, tempting her to see the brighter side of life had since faded until all that was left was the harsh reality of night. Her once dry cheeks now held the undeniable tracks of tears trailing down her face.
To anyone that had seen the girl, it would appear that she was drowning her sorrows and crying her eyes out.
But in reality the girl was only doing what she believed was necessary to survive.
To forget.
Written while listening to Circles by Birds Of Tokyo.
So... anyone like it? Not sure where its going at the moment but I'm sure we'll all find out. Review please.
.Ronan xx
