A/N: Well, once again, from my school, I give you Part Two of Chapter Nine.
Chapter Nine Part Two: Screwed Magnus had sat me down at one of the many tables scattered on the perimeter of the large ballroom. He took in a breath lightly, then opened his eyes and stared at me with some sorrow in his gaze.
"Where were you on January 13th in 2008?" He asked softly, gripping both of my hands and rubbing them gently.
Honestly, I didn't remember. All I did barely remember was going underground for about five hours and returning without an ominous weight on my shoulders. I was probably depressed with what I had done more than with what I thought happened. Being how I was, I had liquored myself up and had done about three lines, with five joints in between my drinks. I felt my mouth water as I smelled a recognizable odor. A woman had walked past us carrying two glasses of wine. The blood red liquid was aromatic, for sure, and I couldn't help but feel my eyes wander and follow her. Magnus was displeased, and snapped his long, tanned fingers in front of my face.
"Alec? Alec, did you hear me?" He asked as I locked my blue eyes with his gold-green ones.
"Oh? Y-yeah, I heard you. I don't remember," I replied silently, squeezing his index finger gently.
He sighed lightly, then looked around the room. "Do you want something to eat? We could leave. After all, this party is getting dull. There's no one to talk to and no good music to dance to. Just classical, and believe me, I am not one for the Waltz."
I shrugged, until I smelled more from the bar. The wine and champagne were calling to me, I could almost taste it.
"Alec, let's just go before I get lectured by someone that I didn't wear the right outfit for this party." He said, wiping off his golden pants before standing up, walking towards me and extending his hand.
"No, let's stay for a few minutes. Look, there's Lanora, go ahead and dance with her. I bet she could teach you to Waltz!" I responded hastily before pushing him into a crowd and racing to the bar only feet away from me.
Magnus would be absolutely pissed at me, but I had to get him away from me for just a few minutes.
I had reached the bar before I even heard him calling for me. The bartender glanced at me, then the angered warlock hopping in the middle of a crowd, calling my name. "Well, what'll it be?" She asked, before setting down a long-stemmed glass.
I looked at their wide array of alcohol. "Anything that can get me drunk quick."
The bartender looked a little worried, but poured the drink anyway. Her blonde locks cascaded down her shoulders as she poured skillfully. I drummed my fingers on the bar as I watched her intently. She had taken down two black bottles, then a red one. They all mixed in the wine glass as she then stirred it with a straw. "Here you go. Don't drive tonight, okay?" She cautioned softly as I downed the whole glass quickly.
I choked as I set the glass down, my eyes big as I turned to see Magnus, a sad look on his face. His lips were curled into a frown as he then set his hand onto his brow as he took in a few staggered breaths.
"Alec. . .why did you do this?" He sat down on the stool next to mine, and stared at me with a glare.
I shook my head, then closed my eyes and dropped my head onto the bar. Alec, you completely screwed up. . .
"I thought that you were done. I really did." Magnus said quietly, caressing my cheek with his thumb. I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks, as I then wrapped my arms around him.
"Magnus, please, I didn't mean it. I was tempted. . ." I responded, wiping my tears away gently.
He stood up, then removed my arms from his torso. His gaze spoke all that I needed to know. He hated me, and I had ruined my relationship with him. I leaned over my bar, continuing to sob as he walked away. Mentally, I could remember every moment of my life that I regretted. Everything from my seventeenth birthday and beyond had been where those awful events all fell. But now, my biggest regret just erupted in me.
I lost Magnus, and it's entirely my fault. What's the point. . .? He was the last person who cared about me like that. . . I shouldn't even be here anymore. I should have died after using that heroin. Magnus shouldn't have saved me. He shouldn't have wasted so much time on someone as useless as me.
I stood up, and shakily walked away from the bar, not stopping myself from sobbing. I knew what I had to do, and I already knew how to do it.
I was finally going to commit suicide.