AddictionA Story by MusicHackPrompted story.I took another swig of the sweet whiskey. The bottle shattered into a thousand little pieces as I dropped it. The world, no longer a solid place, was swirling and weaving into a million different colors. I blinked a few times before it straightened out again, and searched for my bottle. Upon seeing it smashed on the deep hardwood floor, I swore ferverently. As the curses left my mouth, the world spun upside-down and I had to hold my arms out to steady myself. The TV showed some fat politician telling the world his outlook on drugs and alcohol. I took the half-burnt roll and sucked in the fresh pot, sighing as it entered my bloodstream. Changing the channel, I threw away the roll and crawled to the refridgerator for another bottle. My girlfriend's words echoed in my mind: "You have to stop doing this to yourself, Jim," she protested. "You'll end up ODing or something! How am I supposed to live without you?" I knew that drinking and drugs was bad for me, but could I stop? No. Once I started going, my whole life revolved around it. I opened the bottle and chugged half of it down before the door swung open to show my girlfriend, Mary, still flushed from her new waitress job. Her moose brown hair, that this morning had been tied in a neat bun, settled unevenly on her shoulders in a mess. Upon seeing me, she hurtled herself into a major fit. "Jim!" She cried, rushing over to me. "What are you doing? Oh, look at all these bottles, what's this?" she picked up the old roll and held it up to her face. "Marijuana? I told you to lay off!" My head reeled at her whining. "Good Lord, what am I going to do with you? You're only 20 years old!" I groaned at her yelling and motioned for her to leave. "Ugh, must you yell all the time?" I slurred. "I need the rush." "You do not and this is the last straw. I'm calling for help." "No, no, don't do that," I said, trying to stand, but my stomach said otherwise. Sitting down heavily, I let my head fall on the couch behind me. Mary, still waiting for the rehab center to pick up, looked at the TV. "You could learn a few things from Senator Trend. He knows what he's talking about." She chided. "Yeah," I muttered, rolling over. "And when he's not being a pompus jerk on TV, he whips up a few prostitutes and has a good time, just like me. But in a different way." "Oh, shut up, Jim! You know that not all men are like that!" Mary scolded. I yawned. "Face the facts, Mary. You know that not everyone in this messed up world of ours can't be a saint." "I know that, but-" her tone turned from that of a scolding mother to that of a concerned civilian. "Yes? Hello, my name is..." I let her voice fade into the background and took another swig. I don't actually think that drugs are harmful; they're just a way of life. Seeing me drinking, Mary swiped the bottle away and dumped its contents into the sink. I pushed a hand through my blonde hair and rubbed the stubble growing on my upper lip. Her feet paced annoyingly back and forth across the hardwood, making it hard to stay quiet. Suddenly, in my hand was a cup of something that smelled sick. Instead of asking, (like I should've in the first place. See? I wasn't totally drunk.) I just took a swig. Like before, the world turned into a hungover place and before I knew it, I was sleeping like a baby. I woke up to the morning radio station in a deep daze, my head pounding and feeling like it was about to split open. Mary, in the other room, was singing a tune unknown to me. I felt my forehead just to make sure that the skin and bone was still there. Luckily, Mary's 'help' hadn't arrived, so she must've just given me coffee. Patting around on the nightstand, I found another whiskey bottle. Only a gulp was left, but I gratefully took it to dull the pain. Mary must've heard the bottle slam onto the nightstand, because a minute later she was at the door. © 2009 MusicHack |
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Added on April 28, 2009 Last Updated on May 2, 2009 AuthorMusicHackDelano, MNAboutFree from the bounds of reality Right in all the wrong ways Enter my mind at your own will; I cannot guarantee a way out Into the darkness of the world I am thrust No love for myself, only love fo.. more..Writing
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