Intoxicated Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Deep hammering loss. Chasm drank again and then stood up and wobbled. His brain was fuzzy, and he stumbled. This liquid wasn't working. All he felt was sick and dizzy. He didn't know what he would do now. He wasn't sure this brown liquid was worth opening a second bottle. He left the other bottle on the bench but kept drinking the one he held. He sipped as he walked, and soon, he was confused by the street signs. He turned one way and then the other as the sun sank and night crept upon him. People pushed past him, and he was okay with that. He didn't want them. He didn't want Elijah or the apartment. He wanted Norwell back, and he wanted Rhylent caging him with six tentacles.

I hate them for not knowing anything. Class is over. Constanza leans in, telling me to wait for her as she runs to the bathroom. Rico and the others are waiting outside so I sit back. Wanting the hallways to clear before I leave. Dante's been a grump for the past few days because I've been teasing him. He doesn't like being told no and I enjoy doing just that. In some way, I am punishing him for not being honest with me. He can't tell me about his tragic past and then forget to mention that he knew what my parents were planning. Not cool. I'm thinking of more ways to torture him when something covers my eyes. I don't have time to react. My first instinct is to scream but the person seems to

The deafening noise filled the whole room. The smell of alcohol and sweat pervaded there. Adnan, who was sitting somewhere in the middle of that noise, was getting intoxicated by alcohol. The fire in his body and the old memories in his mind kept his anger on the seventh sky. He was just trying to keep himself but nothing was working with him. And even in this state of his anger, he felt like laughing because he was quite sure that because of that girl, he was getting so crazy, today he was in such a state of intoxication.

THE NEXT PART OF THIS BOOK IS GRAPHIC AND TRIGGERING. It includes: -r*pe -s*icidal thoughts -self h*rm -s*icide attempts -sexual ab*se Please don't read on if any of these bother you, it will get intense and upsetting. I'm warning you now so anyone who may be triggered by these themes doesn't walk into it without knowing beforehand. Marcus pov Friday 1st November 2019 *********************************

As he slid the drink toward me, I snatched it hastily, pouring the strong mixture down my throat in a desperate attempt to numb the raging emotions within. "Another one, please… Keep them coming," I requested, and with a nod, he continued to serve me shot after shot, each gulp intensifying the haze that blurred the edges of my consciousness until I succumbed to the intoxication that enveloped me completely. Gripping my phone, I found myself lost in a sea of digital distortion as my eyes struggled to focus on the screen, casting an unsettling double vision over everything. Recognizing the undeniable truth that attempting to steer the road home in my current state would be a reckless effort, I

Made sure I never gave him a reason to. I grabbed the first bottle I could reach, twisting off the cap so fast it cracked the plastic and the glass. The burn hit my throat immediately, but I didn't stop. The second swallow went down rough. The third made my stomach burn. By the fourth, my arms sagged under their own weight. My head swayed, thoughts slipping loose, unraveling at the edges. The burn settled deep, blurring the sharpness of everything just enough to make it bearable. For the first time all night, I could breathe just a little better.

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My hand hovered over the knob, hesitant. Then it came - a shadow bursting from the doorway, fast and silent. I glimpsed an arm, a flash of something hard. It cracked against my skull, a white-hot burst of agony that stole my sight, my breath, everything. I crumpled, the pavement slamming up to meet me. The last sound was my own body breaking against it, a dull, final thud. Then, nothing. Lucas I was drinking alone in a bar, bored to death. I swirled the whiskey in my glass, the burn in my throat the only thing tethering me to the moment.

CONTENT WARNINGS: This chapter contains graphic depictions of sexual violence, non-consensual acts, trauma, panic attacks, drug use, coercion, and self-harm ideation. It may be distressing or triggering for some readers. CONRAD After I slipped the bottle back into my pocket and walked away from her door. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I had told myself it was necessary. It was not my fault. I was possessed. These demons… These monsters had taken root in my mind and were preying on everything. I was not even sure who was in control anymore.

She had no idea hwat was coming for her. He drank to drown out thoughts of her. He drank to quiet the restless storm raging within him. After finishing, he got up and left the bar, heading toward his room. Soon, he found himself wandering through a dark alleyway. He knew it wasn’t the way, but his feet moved as if possessed, refusing to stop. The familiar acrid scent of iron and death assaulted his nostrils, guiding him forward until he finally stood before his torture chamber, its shadowed doorway welcoming him like an old, grim companion.