Luke was in hysterics.

"They found traces of sleeping pills, why the hell would she take sleeping pills?"

She was numbed with guilt as she realized what had happened. "Nicole probably didn't take them on purpose,"

He glanced at her, "So she just happened to mistake them for vitamins!?"

It didn't seem real, Lorelai bent her head over her lap, and a single, lost, tear strayed down her face.

MURDERER, MURDERER!!

The words pounded in her head, an unforgiving nightmare. "I didn't mean to take it out on you," Luke muttered.

She wanted to tell him to scream at her, to beat her until his coffee couldn't cure her, she had drugged Nicole, and she knew that because of their relationship, no one would believe that it was an accident. "I have to go," she stated plainly, grabbed her coat, and was gone.

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The house was still and quiet, but it seemed to mock her as she stumbled inside.

Sometimes it seemed as if silence had the loudest laugh.

Lorelai reached for the Vodka, which she kept hidden away in the kitchen. The lid was screwed on tightly, it hadn't revealed it's treasure for years, because Lorelai had never needed to just float away, and forget about her messed up life, as much as she did now.

Life was usually pretty good to her, but when it was bad,

So was she.

More to come!