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Chapter 24- Blaize | Where The Wet Things Are

Chapter 24: Where The Wet Things Are

It was hitting 2AM in the morning and Blaize was a quarter way through the bottle, halfway away from earth, and all the way numb to everything around her.

Blaize lifted the bottle to her lips once again and the vile alcoholic taste of raw vodka was subsiding now as her taste buds let the fluid pass down into her system. She closed her eyes and imagined the liquid pass down her throat and into her bloodstream. Making its way across her whole body. Starting with her arms and going down to her collarbones, trickling in and out of her ribs, finally hitting her feet allowing her form to float up and away.

The rain was pouring down allowing the noise her mind was shouting to be silenced. She was at the back of the cabins close to the forest fences so that she could see the heightened trees behind her. Barefoot with her hair, her body, and her slip night dress completely soaked through, she lightly danced on the grass beneath her feet. Feeling the soft tickles of the weeds against her sensitive skin and allowing the thunder and lightning to be her soundtrack and disco lights.

She had figured it out. The puzzle.

Her best friend didn't tell her that she was finally letting herself feel again. Her brother didn't either. Her roommate didn't mention that she was the reason behind her brother feeling again. Not when she had her lips a breath away from Blaize's. Not when it happened.

Blaize smiled into the rain and felt the tears prick into the corner of her eyes. She felt disgusted with herself. She was nothing. No one to anyone. It was this sinking feeling inside of her. Many people feel like they aren't good enough. Blaize Campbell rippled with the sensation of just not being enough.

She closed her eyes and pictured it. Pictured her insides being scrambled up. Broken shards of a picture she didn't understand yet - but she had to. Missing pieces that she needed to find. It was the one thing keeping her going. Understanding what it is that makes her up. Her picture. Her image.

Maybe Jonathan was right, she thought. Every time she sunk herself into someone. Manipulated her way into their life and controlled it so that she had that little reign of power. Everytime she broke someone - She gained a piece from them, and she used that piece in any effort to try and squeeze it into her body and fix the picture so that it could make sense. So that she could make sense.

Her smile vanished and her eyes opened into the night.

No, some pieces would never fit. Some pieces were a different size or contrast and it would never be able to work. She would never have that perfect picture and she would never be enough.

Her thoughts drifted to a place away from this camp. To her parents. To her mom who was too busy sleeping around with everyone except her and Clifton's dad. To her dad who was too busy trying to forget and trying not to let it affect himself that he forgot to shield her and Clifton. Forgot to try and not let it affect them. Neither of her parents ever tried to save their family. And now that it was broken, all that all four of them could do was sit back and watch.

'You get everything you want, you ungrateful whore! Why can't you just be happy?!' Blaize heard her mom's voice in the back of her head. The night where her mother came home drunk and with dried cum stuck in between her hair, and Blaize offered to wash it off before their dad came home. The night Blaize came home from school and no one was home so she stayed up waiting for anyone of her family. The night where all she really needed was some love because she was scared.

Blaize had questioned her mother that night, and begged her to fix their family. Blaize Campbell, at 13 and three quarters tried saving them.

Whore. The word rung in Blaize's head. Up until that night - she hadn't even done anything but kiss the guy from her afterschool swim team. But the next day, it was Blaize who didn't come home. She occupied herself in the back of a pickup truck with a man that was married and whose kids went to her school.