Roxy looked up from where she was mixing her drink on the counter. The ground seemed to sway beneath her as she stood still, having probably drank too much. She glanced up, smiling to herself. The other two house mates were gone for the day, so it was just her and Dirk...
She giggled under her breath, sauntering to the living room. "Dirk? You around?" Her words were slurred as she called for the third house mate she had. The four of them got along quite well, though they had tried talking Roxy out of her various drinking habits.
She glanced up the stairs, hearing someone shut a door. She frowned, turning to make her way upstairs. She hadn't seen Dirk in a while, the thought making her frown. She was sure that Dirk was still in the house...she stumbled slightly, feeling an arm steady her.
"Have you been drinking?" The voice asked, Roxy turning to blink. Next to her stood Dirk, though something smelled...off about him?
"Just a bit to calm my nerves." She joked, smiling up at him.
"You always drink Roxy." Dirk said, moving to steer her towards the couch. "How much did you drink this time?"
"More than usual, less than when I'm upset," she said after a moment, feeling herself being sat down. The world seemed to lurch above her, Dirk leaning down, trapping her on the couch.
"Why are you drinking so much?" He asked as he leaned closer, his breath touching her cheek.
"I wanted to say I love you Dirk," Roxy whispered, shutting her eyes. She felt cold, as if nothing was there. The smell of burnt hair entering her nose. She sniffed, coughing and choking.
"I'm not here though..." Dirk whispered, seeming to fade. Roxy starred at the spot he had been standing in, tears coming into her eyes. "I never...was..."
Loneliness crashed over her, years of living in solitude, being left alone by a mother she hardly knew. Her imaginary friend that kept her company. She closed her eyes, reopening them to find herself drenched in her alcohol, a blanket warming her only slightly, her two real friends standing over to the side, talking.
Dirk wasn't real, just something she imagined years ago...someone that she had fallen in love with. Someone that would welcome her to death with open arms.