The sharp wind stabbed through my thin body as thick mist hung round my shoulders. I raised the small glass bottle to my lips, the liquor burning the back of my throat on the way down. A smirk spread across my thin lips as i ran my long fingers through my wispy dyed hair. The bitter taste and the burning sensation felt so familiar it almost tasted like home.I took a drag of my cigarette- feeling calmer almost immediately. The drugs started lot later then most would expect- it was one of my "phases". A kinder name for my desperate attempts to suppress my feelings. It tasted like harmony. Maybe because i was only ever happy when i was high, or maybe because the mixture of burning alcohol and weed made a bittersweet combustion. Although with the taste came old memories : memories tainted with guilt. The guilt chased me every where i went. It came slowly, at first i didn't feel it at all. and then it came in chunks. you know how it is. right when it happens your numb- you dont feel anything. and then you look back, and it hits you at once. that happened a month or so after i fled. I felt a pang of guilt one night. That very night i cried myself to sleep- i couldn't change anything. i was powerless against my own emotions. that when i started drinking. I did it to feel numb. If i couldn't feel m emotions they couldn't hurt me. right? Wrong. they still tore me up- they were ripping me apart from the inside i just couldn't feel anything. It was then when i realized that i didn't want t be numb, I wanted to feel again. Id always thought that there was nothing scarier than my own emotions. but there was- what was scarier was knowing that i was in pain and i was ignorant to it. You cant feel it but you know its happening. id lost the control i so desperately craved. Id lost all i ever wanted. Id threw it all away. he loved me and i threw it back in his face.. i snapped out of it when i felt the cigarette began to burn my fingers. i dropped it down and snubbed it with my foot. my eyes drew away from that, however as they trained on the cliff side. i came here when i wanted to be alone- or when i wanted to be high. with a sigh i pulled out my decrepit old wallet pulling back the tattered plastic. i pulled out my little picture. the only thing from home that was still in great condition. i traced my finger across his pale cheeks. before i knew what was happening a fat tear slipped onto the paper. panic set in as the only thing i had left deteriorated. the picture fell apart just like i have.
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amelia,
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change this title later amelia//jack x kai
Fanfictionsorry about the cover lol im on my labtop with no pictures at all and im too crap with tech to figure it out dk what this is about gonna freestyle i just feel like writing