When The World Fails You

When The World Fails You Part 7

So I’m standing in the middle of the hallway when it snaps.

I want to have fun.

I’m sick of being that one girl who has to run everything from her house to her school. I didn’t want to look out for anyone or be responsible for anything.

Was it too much to ask for me to just have one night of fun? Just normal teenage fun? I was so sick of faking the whole fun part. I wanted the real thing.

So I go back into the living room, grab another bottle of wine from my parents unlocked cabinet, and pop the cork. I take a long drink and flip off the wine glasses that sit in front of me.

Fuck being professional. That’s no fun.

　

Ray

I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror.

I notice that every time I drink I end up staring at myself in the mirror. Sometimes because I want to see what I look like from a different prespective, other times because I wanted to mentally fix what was wrong with me by pointing out my outside flaws.

I’m not self conscious.

But being around Madison right now makes me feel so…so…fuckin different.

And I’m not sure what kind of different it is.

I’ve never felt like this with someone before.

And kissing her cheek, her neck, feeling how soft her hair was and smelling how amazing her scent just had to be…it doesn’t help.

I don’t want to be near her at all. Then I feel like I need to be.

I kicked the wall, forgetting it wasn’t my wall to kick. It leaves a mark from my boot and I curse out loud. Maybe they wouldn’t notice it. Who the hell am I fooling it’s a big black mark on her big white wall.

I’m going to have to fix that when I’m sober.

Trying to get my shit together, I walk out and head back to the living room.

Courtney and Frank are on the floor, making out pretty hard to not stare at.

“What the fuck guys? Wanna take that somewhere else?” I grab the bottle of whisky and take another swing.

“Lets go swimming!!!” I turn around and find Madison sitting on a high chair with a bottle of wine in her hands.

My eyebrow raises. “Are you drinking?”

Her smile fades and she turns serious, hiding the bottle behind her back. “Me? Pshh No.”

I walk up to her and reach for the wine bottle. Looking at the writing, I laugh at it while I read it out loud. “Screaming Eagle?”

She snatches it away. “Its good.”

“Take a shot of whisky with me.”

She makes a grossed out face and shakes her head. “You put your lips on that…I don’t know where your mouths been.”

“On you.” I had to say it. She set herself up for that one.

She starts blushing and turns her face from me. “Whatever! Lets go!”

“Why are you drinking all of a sudden?” I ask her.

She groans. “Asking questions is like asking for trouble. Just shut up and go swimming with me.”

I shook my head. “I’m not drunk enough for that.”

She grinned and snatched the wine bottle from my hand, taking a long drink from the bottle. I joined her with another swing of whisky. From behind us I could hear Courtney giggling as Frank talked to her.