Jane shut the door of her room, angry, and looked to her closet for another bottle of the tequila she had been stealing from Penny's room.

"Dammit!" she yelled, noticing she had drank them all throughout the week. She wanted more. She needed more. She felt a lot of stress, she felt so angry. How could Trent even talk to her like that? She didn't have a problem and she was tired of having people she trusted saying horrible things about her and even talking about making her stay in a hospital for days to "solve" that "problem".

"I don't have a freaking problem, what's so fucking wrong with wanting to have a goddamn drink every once in a while? Daria should fucking know, she's so bottled up that she won't even try to solve her freaking problem. What about her fucking problems? Who fucking cares about it? Nobody but they have to get in with my personal life. Stupid freakin' assholes".

She walked around the room, desperately hoping she had some alcohol somewhere in her room. The dizziness made her have to walk more slow and try to find support on anything she could find so she wouldn't fall straight to the floor. If it wasn't because of the rage, she wouldn't had made it upstairs. Then she remembered something: the "in case of an emergency" booze under Penny's bed. She had some bottles that Jane hadn't touched. Penny would get really angry when she found out the bottles were gone by the next time she visited her house, but Jane was too drunk to think about her older sister.

She opened the door of her room and had to find support on the wall. It looked kind of blurry, and she felt bad, but she wanted more. She kept walking to the opposite side of the hallway to Penny's room. She could hear Trent's voice talking to someone.

Is that Daria?, she wondered, and then the phrase "I know it's cold, but don't move" confirmed it. Jane stopped in the middle of the hallway, feeling sudden guilt. Her friend, who had trusted her sober words, was down there, with her brother, the one she hit, and she probably already knew about it. She felt ashamed, she didn't want Daria to think of her like that. Still trembling, she looked back to her room, not knowing what to do. She felt sad and angry, but with herself and not with Trent or Daria.

She did her own personal version of the walk of shame to her sister's room, took a bottle of ginebra and started to drink it.

Less than half an hour later, Jane was lying on her sister's bed, crying her lungs out.

Trent and Daria, hearing Jane crying, ran upstairs fearing that she had gotten hurt or something similar. They finally found her in Penny's room with an empty bottle on the floor and her face washed with tears.

"Janey" Trent said that with all the anger vanished from his voice.

"Jane, are you okay?" Daria gasped, sickened by the smell of the alcohol, concerned about how bad her friend looked.

"Leave me alone" she cried "please get the hell out".

"Jane" Daria was the first one to get close to her, Trent was still a little frightened because of her sister's recent behavior ", please".

Jane kept crying and something in both Daria's and Trent's soul broke. They were about to cry, destroyed by seeing their sister and friend as broken as she was. When she was in the hospital, they could see her body, gone, but now, with her awake, they could see her as sad as maybe only Trent had the chance of ever seeing her. She hadn't cried so much and so loud since she was a kid.

Trent helped Daria to take Jane to the bathroom. Trent went to put Jane's clothes in the washer machine while Daria tried to wash away all the alcoholized smell. Jane cried inside the bathtub and seemed not even know what was going on. She was almost about to lose conscious, because of the amount of alcohol in her system.

Daria grabbed her when she finally passed out and Trent helped her to put Jane in a towel and get her dressed with fresh clothes. They put her in her bed and covered her with a blanket. Like a deja vu for Daria, she and Trent took all the bottles out of Jane's room. Daria checked that her friend was okay and they both sighed once they closed the door of the room. Daria was about to break into crying as much as Jane had done, but she contained her tears and so did Trent.

"Daria" he called her ", could you spend the night here, please? I don't know what will I do if something else happens tomorrow or if she wakes up in the middle of the night".

"Sure. I'll just need to call home. Mom won't mind, but I'll need to go home to grab some things".

"Okay, I'll be in my room. You can take the key, it's on the kitchen's table. Knock my door when you're back".

Daria nodded and Trent just entered his room without saying anything else. She went to the kitchen and, like Trent had said, the key was on it. She took it and put it in the left pocket of her jacket, then went to take the phone.

"Mom? I'm going to need to spend the night at Jane's, we're still working on the project and we have a lot of work to do so by the time we'd finish what we needed to do today it'll be too late to go home".

"Uh, sure, Daria. Are you okay? You sound... distressed, honey" Helen replied.

"Im fine" Daria lied, cleaning a tear that was running down her cheek ". I'm just tired, but I need to work on the project. I'll go home to take my toothbrush and some clothes. Talk to you later, mom".

Daria hung up, and then nervously dialed another phone number.

"Hello? Hey, I need to ask you a favor. Could you please go to my house and wait for me there? I need to speak to you".

Daria hung up, took a deep breath, and left Casa Lane.