For A Minute I Was Stone Cold Sober Novels & Stories

Now you're shrugging physically or in your head because you don't give a fuck anymore and I'm beginning to disturb you a lot and make you uncomfortable so you're acting like you don't care. I haven't done any of those in a while though, specifically since my birthday. I've been completely sober since the day of my last birthday; the day I met River. I was even thinking of stopping because we're all aware of what happened the last time I overdosed; I got really high and had a one nightstand that may or may not have led to two deaths. I met some amazing people on the way though.

"Good evening, César!" "Well, friends, today, by the power of the Most High God and with the help of my fellow companions, and only for today, I have been sober for fifty-six days," said Caesar, seeming happy about the short amount of time he had gone without drinking compared to most of the others. He had been sober for the least amount of time, but no less happy for it. Caesar was around his thirties, closer to thirty than forty, and he was tall, thin, and black. His hair was almost shaved off, close to his scalp, and he spoke softly. "It's not easy with Celia drinking the way she does. She comes home from work with a little beer can, and I confess to you that there are days when I think a

I chug down a good quantity before pulling it out of my mouth. “Dude!” he calls out, his eyes wide. It is like old times when he would scream in shock when I chugged an entire bottle while standing. I mean, I was depressed half the time, and it was the thing keeping me from killing myself. Now I am a sober man, one who is in love too, so things are different. “Reminds me of old times.” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them, and Casp lets out what sounds like a forced chuckle.

“Ember. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I wasn’t the father you deserved. I’m sorry I let you down. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you from your mother, from Gale, from all of it.” He takes another step toward me, and this time I don’t back away. “I’m sober now,” he says, and there’s a desperate hope in his voice that makes my chest ache. “Two months. I know that doesn’t sound like much after everything, but it’s the longest I’ve gone without a drink since you were born. I go to meetings every day. I have a sponsor. I’m trying, Ember. I’m really trying to be better.” “Why now?” I ask. “Why after all these years?”

" Before he could start screaming again, I hung up, then I blocked his number without hesitation. After that, I blocked him on every platform he could use to reach me. When I finished, I stared at my phone screen and let out a long breath. For the first time in years, the world felt quiet. The relief felt almost physical, like finally dropping a sandbag I’d been carrying on my back forever. I dragged my suitcase out of the airport and inhaled deeply. The damp Vaelith air filled my lungs. It smelled like freedom. The moment I reached my apartment, I collapsed into bed. For the first time in a very long time, I slept peacefully. No nightmares, no waiting, no phone screens lighting up in the mi

I screamed really loud and I was grateful that our room was soundproofed so I could do that for as long as I wanted. As I stood in front of the mirror, I understood why people turned to alcohol to avoid or drown the pain they felt. I wished I could find some of it around but I didn't want to risk relapsing because I had been clean for six years already and I didn't want to break my record or streak. I sat on the ground and stared at nothing in particular but all of a sudden, pictures started forming in my head. "Ava, open up! I'm really worried about you."

I knew my worth. Before stepping out, I reached into my glove compartment, pulled out a mini tequila bottle, and took a quick, burning shot. Then, without hesitation, I grabbed my joint from the ashtray and took two long, steady drags. At this point in my life, dealing with men sober felt like self-inflicted torture.

Me: Hey Vic, are you coming to the pool party that I don’t remember planning? Vic: FUCK YOU NEMESIS. I don’t ever want to hear from you again. Me: Wow. What happened, Vic? Vic: Are you serious right now? You don’t remember what you did at the party a couple of weeks ago? Are you really that stupid? Me: I have no idea what you’re talking about, Vic.

“I’ve been sober since he left. But it’s been hard, Winona. Real hard. But nothing as hard as it was being trapped in my own body like I was.” “I’m glad you’re better,” I say, and I mean it. “I really am.”

I said as I maintained a lopsided smirk. "Tomorrow makes it thirty days" I said it casually followed by a few murmurs. "I've been sober for thirty days, bitches" I said, enthusiastically, nodding to their claps. "And we have something for you" Lydia said after a round of applause, before reaching unto the table.