Hello again! Ok, so this is totally my last update today. Hope you enjoy and please feel free to review and make sjggestions for improvements and plotlines. Thank you all agai, from the bottom of my tequila loving heart! Daisy x
Downfall.
Santana watched through blury eyes as her best friend tore away from her, physically pushing people out of her way.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Was the mantra that ran through the latinas head. What the actual fuck Tana. She thought to herself as she dropped back onto the bench.
She had officially hit rock bottom. No Britt, no Quinn, no glee club friends and now no best friend. Her mind wandered back to graduation day.
A flash of blonde hair. Dropping her cap. Running.
She shook her head to rid the images from her mind. She had to block it out. Block everything out. The loneliness, the heartbreak, the hurt. She needed alcohol, and maybe some sleeping pills. With a new mission she stood and marched to the nearest liquor store.
Wednesday night.
Sat propped up against the sofa, the raven haired girl took another swig from the bottle. She hadn't moved for the past 4 hours, or was it 5?
Empty beer cans and spirit bottles littered the floor. Photos were spread out in front of her. In her left hand she held a bottle of tequila and in her right she clutched a framed photo of the unholy trinity at their final cheer camp together.
She ached to go back in time. To make different choices, to reach out for help instead of running. They hated me...who am I kidding. Even B...if she loved me she wouldn't have...
"FUCK!" Santana cut off her own thoughts by launching the photo frame across the small room. It connected with the wall and shattered into tiny pieces of glass that momentarily rained down onto the floor.
As the sound died down a gut wrenching sob tore through her body causing her to double over. She fell to her side, dropping the near empty bottle and curling up into the fetal position. She cried so hard she felt sick, her head felt as though it would explode and every time a sob tore out of her throat, the world got a little darker. She closed her eyes tight but the tears pushed through. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...God, I'm so fucking sorry. I deserve this. Sorry."
3 hours later.
Her mouth felt like sandpaper, her head throbbed with her every heartbeat. Her kidneys ached. She was in bad shape and she knew it.
Peeling herself off the damp floor, smelling of tequila she made her way to the tiny bathroom. Once there she turned on the shower. The windowless room quickly filled with steam. The latina wiped the mirror to check her reflection, it was like seeing herself for the first time.
Once smooth caramel skin was now pale and dry, beautiful chocolate eyes were now hollow and dull. Her silky, thick raven hair was now dried and frizzy. She had dark rings under her empty eyes that not even makeup could hide.
A tear leaked from the once fearless girls eye and travelled down her cheek, dropping into the sink below. Santana looked down to where the tear had dropped, spottting a bottle of sleeping pills next to a half empty can of beer.
A sudden panic overtook her. She knew what she had to do. Frantically with shaking hands she popped the lid and tipped the pills into her mouth. She took a swig of the stale beer and almost vomited but managed to swallow them. She repeated the action two more times before all the pills were gone.
When the girl looked in the mirror this time a sense of calm overcame her. She dropped the plastic bottle causing it to bounce off the wooden floor before rolling behind the toilet.
Calmly the latina reached behind the curtain and turned the now cold shower off before walking the short distance to where the smashed picture lay. Slowly she lowered herself to the ground, not caring that her bare feet and hands were sustaining cuts as she did so, and plucked the photo from the broken remnants of the frame.
Smiling through tears Santana then kissed each of the blondes in the picture before folding it and placing it in her bra. Always in my heart. She thought. As the minutes passed her eyes became heavy, her breathing slowed and her head tipped back. "sssorrry" She slurred before the effects of the pills pulled her into unconsciousness, just as the birds began to sing their dawn chorus.