"Did, I mean, do you have an @lc0hol add!ction?” Alicea asked. Her face was horrid. Blank, but with a satisfactory glint in her eyes. I could practically see the little d3vil on her shoulder cheering for joy. “Why do you think so?” I managed to get out. I was going to scream. “Your hands shake a lot. When you called Remy you were dr^nk, a lot more dr^nk than you thought.” Oh. I immediately put my hands behind my back because everyone was watching them. I didn’t even notice the shaking. The fear, sadness and disgust I had turned into anger. “You. You b///h. Who are you to even assume that? And why is it such a great time to tell people? ” I snapped. "And you, Nick. Who in the world gave you the right to tell her my pr!vate !nformation? If you really like her that much, you guys can just fv//k each other." and I was out. I walked home, my hands shaking just like how Alicea noticed. I walked all the way home and found myself in the kitchen. I know I was basically justifying what Alicea was saying, but I couldn’t help myself. There had to be something somewhere. This was a king's house, right? There must be something there. Just a sip and I would fine, I just needed to calm down. This all started when I was 13. I wasn’t necessarily being taken care of. Nobody really cared enough. I wasn’t the most responsible person either. My neighbor would let me into her apartment every once in a while to watch over it while she was gone, there was a bottle on the counter, and a few sips turned into one bottle which turned into multiple, and I was at the point where I would ask strangers to buy dr!nks for me. It was like I was sleepwalking, never noticing what I was doing until the next morning when it all came down on me. I felt p@thetic, sitting in a dark corner drinking wh!sk3y, but it was better than nothing. It hurt more than stronger drinks, the burning reaching all the way to my stomach. It was only half a bottle, so I found myself reaching for something else. There was a crash and a shatter. And then the tears came. Of course I broke the bottle. I could barely see or think straight anymore, using my hands to scoop up the pieces of glass and leaving them scratched up. I was feeling a different type of pain now, and my phone was ringing. I couldn't pick up for the obvious reasons, so I just sat there in my pain, waiting for it to be over. (This was false hope because A. I was in a kitchen pantry, in the dark, by myself and B. wounds cannot magically heal, and C. The glass was still in my hands.) "What the-" Celeste said, looking up and down at me, darting from my hands to the bottles to the glass. "Hi." "What are you doing? How long have you been here?" "Not in a good place to talk." "No, I'm making you talk. What are you doing here." "I dropped something and I cleaned it up inside of my hands." "You are walking around the question. I assume you are drvnk?" I stood, or attempted to, and waddled out of the kitchen. I was not going upstairs, and found myself in a comfortable room, and eventually fell asleep.
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