Chapter Sixteen.

I snuck in further into my bed and cried some more. What happened back at Neil's office could never be taken away. It sank in my heart and laid there, arousing bit by bit, tearing me further apart. I avoided calling my friends. They didn't need to hear all my misfortunes. Things always didn't work out for me.

I looked in the fridge to look for a bottle of soda. People lose appetite while eating, but while I cried, food was one thing that calmed me. Drinking soda or taking ice cream helped to send warmth to that cold area that seemed to thaw.

I opened a bottle of Coke and gulped it down. It tasted bitter and sad. Like me. I wanted something hot, something that would help me forget all that had happened. I needed Whiskey.

I opened my cabinet and dug out a bottle. I didn't need a glass so I opened it and drank from the bottle. Wiping my snort and running my hands through my hair, I'd never felt so depressed in my entire life.

I heard knocks on my door and I quickly cleaned my face. I d