boxed

- sober beginning

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a night of summer like others, getting drunk. the poisonous beverage sliding down her throat. everything tasted the same, she was trying to keep a smile up to her face, shown to all. but they were all faking it.

" are you coming to ena's ? "

ㅡ no, i haven't been invited.

of course she hadn't been called, yet more than forty persons were in the confidence, it didn't hurt because the alcohol was still hitting in. plus, she knew these kinds of things have never been made for her. she didn't know ena that well, it must have been it.

" don't worry, i'm going to invite you. "

ㅡ yeah, whatever.

no beers left, she can only get vodka to her lips. but it burns, she wants to throw up, maybe she should but she keeps it all in. it doesn't take her more than twenty minutes to find a bed where two of these guys are already sleeping.

she drowns herself in the sheets, hoping sleep chokes her.