The Sober Diaries Novels & Stories

Thaddeus says. I join them at the window, staring at the walking corpses below. “Oh hell, no. Uh-uh,” Thaddeus grunts. “I’m way too sober for this shit.” “I agree,” I say. “There should be whiskey behind the bar.” I turn to Jaeger. “Fetch Deimos’s diaries.” He frowns at me and fearfully looks at the door. “You want me to leave? Go out there?”

I wave him goodbye, he checks his noodle hair in the mirror and leaves. There is not much work. There is never much work. I sit in front of the laptop and check my F******k account. F******k is boring when you’re dating the prettiest girl there will ever be. I don’t want to, but I still end up doing what I’ve been avoiding since morning. I fetch the diary from my drawer and open it. RD.

“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?”

I pulled away and walked back into the house, “Then stay out of my head.” I searched the house for something to drink, stronger than water. I went to Billy’s room because I was sure he had a bottle somewhere. Ann liked her Vodka and he loved Jack Daniels. And with one peek under the bed, I’d hit the mother load. I pulled out the Vodka and sat on the floor, my back against the bed. I wished I’d never read that diary. I should have kept those pages closed and stuck with the pictures. With all the courage I had mastered up to paste the pictures of my dead family on to it, the newspaper clippings and my new family’s pictures. Only to find out that they are all being soiled by my father’s selfish

Zachary fell silent before saying, “I’m sober.” Grandma May’s method of sobering him up could end up fatal if his waking came too late. He would have to wait to reconcile with Serenity in Heaven then. “Can your problems be solved by drowning your sorrows?” Zachary shook his head. “At least I can forget my troubles for a moment.” “Are your troubles still here now that you’re awake? Or does it feel worse? You can say anything and do anything when you’re drunk. You might think it’s a dream, but you could be acting it out in real life.”

Moving over to sit on the other side of me Indigo laid a supportive hand on my shoulder, "I know that I'll never- that we will never really ever understand what you've been through or what it's like to be you and I know I'm not the greatest person to vouch for my brothers, I mean Noah was young when I left and Sebastian well he was as normal as a teenager in a dysfunctional family could be, he was distant, he got angry, he had mood swings." Smiling over to me she continued, "but what I think Embry, is that ever since you've got here you've seemed so sad, so scared and lost. But when I see you after hanging out with Sebastian you don't seem so down, and I think as much as I shouldn't tell you

"And when I got back after being buried in snow for hours, all I wanted was to sleep, but you brought me a bowl of mutton stew, even though you knew I hated mutton, and tried to force me to eat it. To you, what I need or want doesn't matter. "That's all I wanted to say today. If you ever find time to deal with the divorce paperwork, give me a call. But don't call me for anything else. There's nothing left for us to talk about." I forced a smile and gave a polite nod to the room. "Enjoy yourselves. Bye." I turned to leave. Clement rushed after me. But then, behind us, someone suddenly shouted in panic, "Clement, something's wrong with Madison!" "Madison, stay with us! Don't fall asleep! Can y

All their earlier promises meant nothing then. -------------- Dear Diary… It is a lonely place, a dungeon, when you are locked up on your own and left alone too. I guess he has a home to return to. And I have no wolf to talk to now either. Just four walls to look at. If this is how things go, I am likely to go insane… ----------------

Now, those sunflowers were being destroyed in front of me, as if they were pushing me back into the abyss. Not only that, but they even threw paint on the walls inside, ruining all the sunflowers there too. I was pinned to the ground, my eyes bloodshot, like a fish desperately struggling in despair. It was a stark contrast to Darcy's sinister face above me. I prayed Mona would come back soon. Every day, she drove down the mountain to get fresh vegetables, and she usually took about an hour to come back. If I calculated the time right, she should be back any minute now.

I muttered, the words heavy on my tongue. Madam Katie offered a reassuring smile, her hand resting gently on my arm. "He'll understand," she said soothingly. "And who knows? Perhaps this isn't goodbye after all." “ Thank you for your kind words, I will be out soon, I need to grab my journals and diary book “ Sorting through my journals, memories flooded my mind, each page a testament to the tumultuous journey I had endured. Suddenly, one of the diaries slipped from my grasp and fell open, revealing a chapter of my past I had tried to forget.