1 CHAPTER TWO
LIVING IN LONELINESS
The sunlight catches the liquid in the bottle, making it sparkle. She knew that if she drank now then there would be no turning back. But then again there was nothing worth turning back to. In this one day, she had lost her job, her caring friends and her boyfriend. In this one day she lost her happy life, and was once again thrown back into her past, back into the dark void. In her confusion she could find only one answer to her problems, and found herself unscrewing the top on the bottle. This was it. The point of no return. She gulped half the bottle down at once, the cool alcohol tingling the back of her throat. It was a taste a feeling she hadn't felt for 5 years.
The cold chill sent shivers down Abby's spine. As the night began to draw in, she stood up and tried to steady herself. The park was deserted. She found the path and began to head out onto the streets. The bright car headlights blinded her, as she found the main road.
"You alright Lady?"
Abby heard the voice, but was still in a daze. The words just echoed around in her mind. She was unaware that she had tripped on the sidewalk, she just found herself on the floor.
"Hey Lady?" The voice called again.
But this time it pierced it's way into Abby's surreal world, and then forced her back into reality. She looked around, and only then did she realise the glaring eyes staring at her.
"I'm fine" She replied fiercely. She started to stand, but easily lost her balance. The man rushed to her side, but was greeted by Abby's harsh mood.
"Get off me!" She exclaimed. The man let go of his grip. Abby steadied herself and took off down the street, away from the burning stares, and hopefully into her own world.
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"Luka" Carter called out as Luka entered the lounge. Luka moved to his locker, not even acknowledging Carter.
"Look, Luka there's nothing going between me and Abby, they're just rumours"
Luka just stood there in silence.
"Luka?"
"Did she tell you to say that? Because it wouldn't surprise me"
"No she didn't. She didn't tell me to do anything. I'm just trying to get you to realise how much she loves you. If you loved her half as much as she loves you, then you would have listened to her, believed her instead of the rumours."
Luka said nothing.
"Luka, if there was something going on between me and Abby, then why isn't she here with me now you two have split?" Carter sees that he isn't getting through and leaves, but what he doesn't know is that his words have hit Luka hard.
Luka sits down on the sofa. He is deep in thought, deep in thought about what Carter said to him. Carter was right. He was wrong to believe in the rumours and not in Abby. It was just that he was angry at time, didn't know what to believe. He just wanted to get back at her. He sat there in silence, thinking about what to do next.
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Abby wandered the streets; once again back in her surreal reality, away from her problems, well that's what she thought anyway. She headed toward her apartment; finally she had made it home. She was equipped with another bottle of vodka. Her legs began to ache, began to go numb. She knew why. It wasn't just because she had been walking all day; it was because of the alcohol in her system. She wandered into the kitchen and placed the bottle on the worktop. The dark shadows created by the streetlights shining through the window engulfed her apartment. The surrounding objects were silhouetted against the dim light. The shadows appeared to creep closer and closer towards her. The world was closing in on her, and there was nothing she could do about it. She finally collapsed to the floor, succumbing to the darkness. She slipped into the world of unconsciousness, a place she thought she would stay forever, a place she thought she was safe, away from the problems of her life...
But little did she know about the nightmares to come.......
Luka drives along the slippery, icy roads. Houses are lit up with fairy lights, Christmas trees visible in the windows. All he can think about is Abby. Was she telling the truth? Or was she just covering it up to save herself from the hospital gossip? Luka didn't know. He didn't know what to believe. Should he at least try and talk to her? Or should he just leave her, believe the rumours and get on with the rest of his life? Questions he was too confused to answer. For once he had felt true love again. Only for it to end in this way. Should he just give up on love? He glanced down at his watch, the digital numbers clearly displaying 10:34pm. He had finally made up his mind. He stopped and turned the car around, driving back down the road from where he had just come. He had decided to go to Abby's. He had decided to believe her and not the rumours, but was it too late?
The snow was falling heavily once again. A dark coloured car pulled up outside an apartment building. Luka got out and headed into the building. Taking the stairs with 3 steps at a time. Then he came to her door. There in front of him was his destiny. Does he knock or walk away? In the conflict of his emotions, he knocked loudly on the door, but only to emptiness. There was no reply. He knocked again, a little harder, a little more eager. Still there was no reply. He took a step back from the door, concluding that she must be out. But at this late hour? He thought to himself. But then there was nothing he could do. He turned and headed out into the night.
I can't hold on,
To what I want when I'm stretched so thin,
It's all too much to take in,
I can't hold on,
To anything watching everything spin,
With thoughts of failure sinking in.
The sun belted through the open window. Abby came to, to find herself lying on the kitchen floor. A thumping pain shooting through her head. Her first thought wasn't for the painkillers, but for the bottle on the worktop. As she took it in her hands, a million thoughts rushed through her head. Her heart was telling her not to drink, but then the heartache was telling her to take a sip. Without a second thought she took a swig. Her emotions were still raging inside her. Big questions playing on her mind. Is there anything worth living for? Do I really want to live anymore? She had once again been thrust back into loneliness. She had lost everything. Her job, friends and the one she loved. She had moved to Chicago to put all the bad memories behind her, she got a new apartment to start over in and got a new job. But now her apartment had become the dark, bottomless hole of her life. It was cold with emptiness. She couldn't face being on her own. Not again. The only company she had was the TV, the only thing that would talk to her without passing judgement. There was only one simple answer that question. There was only one way out. The drink hadn't worked. It simply lasted for a few hours, then she would wake and her problems, her life, would still be there. She downed the rest of the bottle, and moved over to one of the drawers. She took a knife, its shiny blade gleaming in the light, and headed into the bathroom. There was only one way out.
Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try and catch them red-handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
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Luka walked through the corridors of the hospital, on his way to his next patient. All day the only thing he could think about was Abby. And then there was Carter, and what he had said. He didn't want to be in that hospital, all he wanted was to be with Abby. Or to at least try and patch things up between them. But from his unanswered knocks, all he could think was that it was too late, that she didn't want
him.
Carter was in pretty much the same state as Luka. All he could think about was Abby. He had made the biggest mistake. The mistake of telling her how much he loved her. And now it looks like he had just ruined her life. He headed into the lounge and picked up the phone. He struggled as he dialled her number: Was this the right thing to do? He just had to ring her, just had to make sure that she was ok. The ringing went on for ages. There was no answer. He put the phone down and sat on the sofa.
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The day passed by slowly, the hand on the clock at the admit desk, ticked slowly by. Luka walked up to the desk, getting ready to leave. He had decided to call into Abby's again, but thought it best to ring first. He picked up the phone and dialled her number, but got the same reception as Carter: No answer. He hung up, concern growing inside him.
Luka pulled up outside Abby's apartment building again. He took the stairs three steps at a time. Again he found himself outside her door. He knocked, but it was to no avail. A man began to approach Luka from down the hall.
"Hey Mr. The Lady hasn't been around for the past couple days. You see her, tell her I want a word"
Luka peered towards the man. Confused.
"I'm the landlord. She's late paying her rent"
"When was the last time you saw her?" Luka questioned.
"A day or two ago"
"You have the keys to her apartment?"
The landlord reached down into his pocket and revealed a number of keys attached to a loop. He moved over to the door, and twisted the key in the lock, the door flung open. Luka walked into her apartment, instantly noticing the empty vodka bottle lying on the worktop. He walked into the kitchen and peered down at the open drawer. Adrenaline flooded his body, as fear mounted inside him. "Abby?" He called out. He walked into her bedroom, but there was no sign of her. He turned round, noticing the bathroom door closed.
"Abby?" He called again as he twisted the handle. It was locked from the other side. "Abby!" His voice growing desperate. He kicked the door in, and was met by his worst nightmare. There in front of him, lying on the floor was Abby. Blood pooling around her. The stench of alcohol was all too evident. The knife was laying amongst the blood, the shiny blade no more. Luka rushed to her side, desperately searching for a pulse. Her face was pale, her lips were blue. Was it too late? Was she already dead?
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LIVING IN LONELINESS
The sunlight catches the liquid in the bottle, making it sparkle. She knew that if she drank now then there would be no turning back. But then again there was nothing worth turning back to. In this one day, she had lost her job, her caring friends and her boyfriend. In this one day she lost her happy life, and was once again thrown back into her past, back into the dark void. In her confusion she could find only one answer to her problems, and found herself unscrewing the top on the bottle. This was it. The point of no return. She gulped half the bottle down at once, the cool alcohol tingling the back of her throat. It was a taste a feeling she hadn't felt for 5 years.
The cold chill sent shivers down Abby's spine. As the night began to draw in, she stood up and tried to steady herself. The park was deserted. She found the path and began to head out onto the streets. The bright car headlights blinded her, as she found the main road.
"You alright Lady?"
Abby heard the voice, but was still in a daze. The words just echoed around in her mind. She was unaware that she had tripped on the sidewalk, she just found herself on the floor.
"Hey Lady?" The voice called again.
But this time it pierced it's way into Abby's surreal world, and then forced her back into reality. She looked around, and only then did she realise the glaring eyes staring at her.
"I'm fine" She replied fiercely. She started to stand, but easily lost her balance. The man rushed to her side, but was greeted by Abby's harsh mood.
"Get off me!" She exclaimed. The man let go of his grip. Abby steadied herself and took off down the street, away from the burning stares, and hopefully into her own world.
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"Luka" Carter called out as Luka entered the lounge. Luka moved to his locker, not even acknowledging Carter.
"Look, Luka there's nothing going between me and Abby, they're just rumours"
Luka just stood there in silence.
"Luka?"
"Did she tell you to say that? Because it wouldn't surprise me"
"No she didn't. She didn't tell me to do anything. I'm just trying to get you to realise how much she loves you. If you loved her half as much as she loves you, then you would have listened to her, believed her instead of the rumours."
Luka said nothing.
"Luka, if there was something going on between me and Abby, then why isn't she here with me now you two have split?" Carter sees that he isn't getting through and leaves, but what he doesn't know is that his words have hit Luka hard.
Luka sits down on the sofa. He is deep in thought, deep in thought about what Carter said to him. Carter was right. He was wrong to believe in the rumours and not in Abby. It was just that he was angry at time, didn't know what to believe. He just wanted to get back at her. He sat there in silence, thinking about what to do next.
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Abby wandered the streets; once again back in her surreal reality, away from her problems, well that's what she thought anyway. She headed toward her apartment; finally she had made it home. She was equipped with another bottle of vodka. Her legs began to ache, began to go numb. She knew why. It wasn't just because she had been walking all day; it was because of the alcohol in her system. She wandered into the kitchen and placed the bottle on the worktop. The dark shadows created by the streetlights shining through the window engulfed her apartment. The surrounding objects were silhouetted against the dim light. The shadows appeared to creep closer and closer towards her. The world was closing in on her, and there was nothing she could do about it. She finally collapsed to the floor, succumbing to the darkness. She slipped into the world of unconsciousness, a place she thought she would stay forever, a place she thought she was safe, away from the problems of her life...
But little did she know about the nightmares to come.......
Luka drives along the slippery, icy roads. Houses are lit up with fairy lights, Christmas trees visible in the windows. All he can think about is Abby. Was she telling the truth? Or was she just covering it up to save herself from the hospital gossip? Luka didn't know. He didn't know what to believe. Should he at least try and talk to her? Or should he just leave her, believe the rumours and get on with the rest of his life? Questions he was too confused to answer. For once he had felt true love again. Only for it to end in this way. Should he just give up on love? He glanced down at his watch, the digital numbers clearly displaying 10:34pm. He had finally made up his mind. He stopped and turned the car around, driving back down the road from where he had just come. He had decided to go to Abby's. He had decided to believe her and not the rumours, but was it too late?
The snow was falling heavily once again. A dark coloured car pulled up outside an apartment building. Luka got out and headed into the building. Taking the stairs with 3 steps at a time. Then he came to her door. There in front of him was his destiny. Does he knock or walk away? In the conflict of his emotions, he knocked loudly on the door, but only to emptiness. There was no reply. He knocked again, a little harder, a little more eager. Still there was no reply. He took a step back from the door, concluding that she must be out. But at this late hour? He thought to himself. But then there was nothing he could do. He turned and headed out into the night.
I can't hold on,
To what I want when I'm stretched so thin,
It's all too much to take in,
I can't hold on,
To anything watching everything spin,
With thoughts of failure sinking in.
The sun belted through the open window. Abby came to, to find herself lying on the kitchen floor. A thumping pain shooting through her head. Her first thought wasn't for the painkillers, but for the bottle on the worktop. As she took it in her hands, a million thoughts rushed through her head. Her heart was telling her not to drink, but then the heartache was telling her to take a sip. Without a second thought she took a swig. Her emotions were still raging inside her. Big questions playing on her mind. Is there anything worth living for? Do I really want to live anymore? She had once again been thrust back into loneliness. She had lost everything. Her job, friends and the one she loved. She had moved to Chicago to put all the bad memories behind her, she got a new apartment to start over in and got a new job. But now her apartment had become the dark, bottomless hole of her life. It was cold with emptiness. She couldn't face being on her own. Not again. The only company she had was the TV, the only thing that would talk to her without passing judgement. There was only one simple answer that question. There was only one way out. The drink hadn't worked. It simply lasted for a few hours, then she would wake and her problems, her life, would still be there. She downed the rest of the bottle, and moved over to one of the drawers. She took a knife, its shiny blade gleaming in the light, and headed into the bathroom. There was only one way out.
Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try and catch them red-handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
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Luka walked through the corridors of the hospital, on his way to his next patient. All day the only thing he could think about was Abby. And then there was Carter, and what he had said. He didn't want to be in that hospital, all he wanted was to be with Abby. Or to at least try and patch things up between them. But from his unanswered knocks, all he could think was that it was too late, that she didn't want
him.
Carter was in pretty much the same state as Luka. All he could think about was Abby. He had made the biggest mistake. The mistake of telling her how much he loved her. And now it looks like he had just ruined her life. He headed into the lounge and picked up the phone. He struggled as he dialled her number: Was this the right thing to do? He just had to ring her, just had to make sure that she was ok. The ringing went on for ages. There was no answer. He put the phone down and sat on the sofa.
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The day passed by slowly, the hand on the clock at the admit desk, ticked slowly by. Luka walked up to the desk, getting ready to leave. He had decided to call into Abby's again, but thought it best to ring first. He picked up the phone and dialled her number, but got the same reception as Carter: No answer. He hung up, concern growing inside him.
Luka pulled up outside Abby's apartment building again. He took the stairs three steps at a time. Again he found himself outside her door. He knocked, but it was to no avail. A man began to approach Luka from down the hall.
"Hey Mr. The Lady hasn't been around for the past couple days. You see her, tell her I want a word"
Luka peered towards the man. Confused.
"I'm the landlord. She's late paying her rent"
"When was the last time you saw her?" Luka questioned.
"A day or two ago"
"You have the keys to her apartment?"
The landlord reached down into his pocket and revealed a number of keys attached to a loop. He moved over to the door, and twisted the key in the lock, the door flung open. Luka walked into her apartment, instantly noticing the empty vodka bottle lying on the worktop. He walked into the kitchen and peered down at the open drawer. Adrenaline flooded his body, as fear mounted inside him. "Abby?" He called out. He walked into her bedroom, but there was no sign of her. He turned round, noticing the bathroom door closed.
"Abby?" He called again as he twisted the handle. It was locked from the other side. "Abby!" His voice growing desperate. He kicked the door in, and was met by his worst nightmare. There in front of him, lying on the floor was Abby. Blood pooling around her. The stench of alcohol was all too evident. The knife was laying amongst the blood, the shiny blade no more. Luka rushed to her side, desperately searching for a pulse. Her face was pale, her lips were blue. Was it too late? Was she already dead?
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