Chapter 3
Cordelia stumbled into her apartment, dropped her bag and went straight for the kitchen. She came out of the kitchen and sat down sipping her glass of scotch.
"God, life sucks."
She sat there drinking glass after glass. Something she had been doing a lot lately. After an hour or so she dosed off.
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"Doyle? Doyle where are you?"
"I'm right here."
"Where? I can't see you. I can't see anything. I'm lost."
"I'm over here."
"I'm lost! I can't find you. Please Doyle, help me. Help me!"
"I have to go, sorry Princess."
"No, please Doyle. Don't go. I'm lost! Help me! Please, just help me….." she trailed off sobbing.
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Her eyes snapped open and her body immediately sat up causing her glass to fall on the floor and shatter into pieces.
"Please, help me…" She whispered.
She sat there crying for a few minutes before climbing off the couch to pick up the broken glass. When she picked up a piece the jagged glass cut her hand, but she didn't drop it or cry out in pain, she didn't even flinch. She was completely numb, and emotionless. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. Nothing. She sat there watching the blood stream down her hand and then drop off onto the carpet. She once again picked up the glass that had first cut her. The edge slightly stained with blood. She slowly brought it to her arm and pressed it against the skin a few inches below her elbow. The glass punctured her skin and one drop of blood fell. She was completely dazed when suddenly the glass she was holding flew across the room. It took her a moment to register. //Dennis// She started shaking and dropped the piece of glass. //What am I doing?// She got up and went into the bathroom and puked. Partly because of the alcohol and partly because she was so scared. When she finished throwing up the food she didn't eat she slid back onto the wall behind her. Too tired and dizzy to move, and unable to sleep she simply sat there completely oblivious to everything around her.
After a few hours an alarm clock came flying into the bathroom. //5:30//
"Thanks, Dennis." She mumbled barley heard. After a few minutes she gathered up the strength to get up. After she balanced herself against the sink she leaned over and turned on the shower. She undressed and got in. After a few minutes she turned off the knob. A towel floated to her. After drying herself off and putting on her robe she went to the couch.
"Dennis? Remote?"
The remote immediately flew to her. She tuned on the TV and VCR and pushed play.
"If you need help. Then look no further. Angel Investigations is the best! - Our rats are low."
"Our rates!"
"It says 'rats'. - Our rates are low, but our standards are high. When the
chips are down, and you're at the end of your rope you need someone
that you can count on. And that's what you'll find here - someone
that will go all the way, no matter what. So don't lose hope. Come
on over to our offices and you'll see that there's sti ll heroes in
this world….Is that it? Am I done?"
"Yeah Doyle, you're done…..If only there were second chances."
Cordelia let out a sigh, flipped off the TV and went to the kitchen. From there she started the daily cycle all over again: alcohol, get ready, go to work, come home, more alcohol.