27001 (Welcome to Whitlock) by A. A. Dark & Alaska Angelini & Word Nerd Editing

Author:A. A. Dark & Alaska Angelini & Word Nerd Editing [Dark, A. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-11T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Charlee

There was no other way to say it: I was sick. More than sick. I had finally fell off the deep end. Not knowing the difference between reality and fantasy was taking its toll. For hours, I looked between my laptop and the empty bottle of vodka on my coffee table. It didn’t make sense. None of it did. I could have sworn on my life I only had a little. That some weird flu took me on a life-altering ride. But that wasn’t the case at all. I got wasted, had the most vivid, fucked-up dream, and awoke in a place I shouldn’t have been.

I needed help. More importantly, this had to stop.

I stood from the couch, zeroing in on how stiff I was. My muscles ached. My head was fuzzy and throbbing. And the sickness was at an all-time high. I didn’t care; I couldn’t afford to at this point. There was no way I was going to let this happen again.

This man I invented, he wasn’t a comfort, he was my demons. He made it feel like it was okay to continue down this road. But I couldn’t. This turning point was my fork. It was life or death—and I wasn’t ready to die. I wanted to live. To try to find myself for the first time and be something. That would never happen if I didn’t walk away from what was killing me.

I headed for the fridge, closing it just as fast. When I opened the freezer, it was a slap to the face. There was no food. Nothing whatsoever a person could get substance from. What stared back at me was the one thing that had always held me down.

The cold glass burned my sensitive skin as I took the vodka and poured it down the drain. Each second it left the bottle was a stab in the heart of my addict. Twice, I stopped. Three times, I flipped it back over and proceeded to watch the old me die.

The walk to the corner store was just as devastating. All the money I had was from my tips from the previous night. Before now, the small amount would have gone to vodka and the necessities: bread, sandwich meat, maybe a few cans of soup. As I picked out the vegetables and healthy foods I wouldn’t have dreamed of spending money on in a million years, the tears collected. They were a mix between relief and fear of the unknown. I wouldn’t go back to drinking or drugs. What my life would become scared me, but I had to do this. Had to. It wasn’t a question of want, but need. I needed to live.

“Hey. Charlee, right?”

I gripped the bananas, nearly dropping them at the tone. I knew that voice like I knew the man from my dreams. What I was expecting when I turned wasn’t to see the same man who had protected me from Drew the night before. It left me unable to speak as I stared at him.

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