Jack is one guy I can depend on

He was standing there without any clothes, staring at me wildly as I threw any object within my reach at him. I didn't want to hurt him I just wanted him to leave.

"Casey!! stop it! what did I do?"

"God damn it Bret! If you don't know there's no point for you to stay"

At that point my hand closed around a large snow globe and without thinking I threw it straight at his head. Lucky for him he moved out of the way just in time and the globe shattered into tiny peices spraying glittery liquid all over the room an inch from his head.

"Crazy b***h!" He shouted, pure terror on his face. He then ran straight from the room naked. I growled, irritated and gathered his clothes throwing them into a muddy puddle on the ground outside my window. Then it all caught up to me and I slid to the floor nestling my aching head into the crook of my arms. A loud knocking came from my apartment door. I groaned then pressing my thumbs into my eyes walked over. My neighbor was behind the door her purpled face inches from mine her mouth moving with words I didn't hear.

"Sorry about the noise, won't happen again"

I then closed the door in her face and walked to my bed. Once I was buried in it's feathery softness I began to ruminate this year. 17 guys in the last month, and each one of them wanted the same thing. To get his hands in my pants. My mother had warned me about this once. I think her words were "Casey, you lack substance and the only thing men will want from you is to ravage your body."

Can't say she was wrong. She was dead right. But I know not all men are like this. Because I met the perfect guy once. Too bad he had cancer. Those last 3 months together were perfect. His voice erased every problem. Every worry. I wish he were still alive. stop it I told myself. I got up grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels one guy I can depend on and downed a few pills. Chasing them down with the familiar taste of achohal.

Reviews

[Brandon Wilson]

Why hello there, this is a very interesting piece. I find myself drawn to this character wanting her to have something more to find that guy aging for him to come back. And watching as she falls back upon a habit is heartbreaking. I like how you personified the alcohol, painting it as a person to fall back onto, a person who will comfort. I think this is the beginning of an exultant story and I would love to see this journey play out a little more.

[Rhea752]

Thank you :)

[T*Fuyumi]

Hey there Rhea~! I was pleasantly surprised when I found out your're 14 after reading your story! I liked the flow and how you spun that one sentence to lead to the person's actions of hurling things, which made me go "Oh my what happened??"
Also, at the point where the neighbour was complaining, I naturally had the scene playing in my mind with me being the persona, looking at the mouth moving but hearing nothing o.o
I first thought Jack was an actual person, but if I'm not wrong, you're referring it to the bottle of alcohol she could turn to right? :D
Enjoyed the partially sad ending! Just a few spelling errors [pieces, alcohol] and lack in punctuation, but story's fine! ^^
Good job! ^^

[Rhea752]

thank you