I'm currently barely making it in school. Honestly, I'm surprised I'm passing any of my classes. Partying and drowning out the noise in my head has become my only priority.
People tend to think I'm having a great time; meanwhile, I'm just trying to mask my sorrow.
It works.
For a while.
Until it doesn't.
At night, when I come home drunk out of my mind, and the world around me grows quiet, my thoughts get loud again. Every darkness I'm running from comes to light.
There is just no fucking escape.
Fuck it, I'll face it another day. Maybe.
"And I probably won't," Via says with a chuckle, her gaze shifting to Hannah, and her whole body tenses. “Ever."
I chuckle, too, knowing she's throwing a dig at Hannah, and poor, clueless Hannah doesn't even catch on.
I pull Via into a tight hug, and she returns it.
I'm so proud of her.
She's come so far in the past two years. She still struggles mentally, but don't we all? She's finding healthy ways to cope, and I look up to her so much for that.
Ugh.
Shaking my head, I turn to Hannah. "You ready?"
"Well, duh, babe! Let's go!" Hannah links her elbow with mine and hurriedly drags me toward the door. I follow along, throwing Via a wave and a half-hearted smile.
"Where to tonight?" I mumble, applying my lip gloss in the elevator mirror.
Hannah throws me a knowing glare.
I chuckle. "Roxy's?"
"Yep."
Of course.We go to the same club every Thursday night. How lame is it that I go out to the same club where I work on the weekends?
Honestly, the routine is getting old, and I'm getting tired of it, but it helps me forget.
If even it's only for a little while, and ends with the hangovers.
When the DJ takes a five-minute break, so do I, making my way to the bar. Well,stumbleto the bar—I’m five fucking drinks in. The music might be blaring, the lights flashing, cigarette smoke filling the air, but my senses are numb, and my thoughts have finally shut the hell up.
Hands finding the bartop, I all but fall onto an empty barstool. Honestly, I’m lucky to find one. It’s more crowded than a usual Thursday night. Good—more options for me.
"Hey, beautiful."
Look at that. I didn’t even have to work for it, not that I usually do. But after a second, something clicks into place.
That voice…
It forces my eyes to widen and my posture to briefly stiffen.Why does it sound so familiar? Have I heard it before? Do I even care? Hell no.So, I brush it off. At the moment, all I’m concerned about is getting another drink and waiting formy time to shine.
Damn, I’m fucking drunk.
