Just Drink my Problems Away with a Bottle of Liquor

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Baby, your mine, always will be mine, so shut up and kiss me!

Submitted: January 02, 2012

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 I walked into my house, the smell of weed instantly flooded my nose. My parents were home. I silently closed the door and ran upstairs when I heard my mom yell, " Daria! You home," she yelled. I walked back down into the kitchen where my parents sat. I cleared my throat
"Yes mom," I asked, "you need me?" I looked at my feet. "Why didn't you tell me you were home!" she yelled. I closed my eyes. 


I felt a strong hand hit my face. Again, and again. I ended up on the floor, being kicked by my parents, tears falling free from my eyes. I lay there, regaining my strength to get up the stairs to my room. I grabbed my phone and called Trent. After a couple rings he finally answered. 

"Hey Dairy," he said sweetly. I laughed like I always do when he calls me 'Dairy'. 
"Hi Tree," I said back, I always called him that.
"What up, love?" I smiled when he said love, I know he was just playing though. "I'm not your love, Tree! Your hand is your love!" I said giggling loudly. "What does that mean!" he said like a girl, making me laugh. My door slammed open and I whipped my head to see my dad. "Daria, get the fuck off the phone! I'm tired of hearing your constant yapping!" he yelled. He stomped out slamming my door on the way out. "Tree," I whispered as tears started to rim my eyes, "I gotta go."

"Why, whats going on, why are you so-" I cut him off, "Trent! I gotta go! Bye..." I hung up, letting tears flow. 

My life, was a living hell! At school, I'm constantly bullied, no friends, the only friend I have is Trent, but he is slipping away. I sobbed harder at the thought of losing him. I loved him, he loved me, but not like I love him. He makes chills go down my spine when I hear that sweet voice, he was like my drug. The good kind ya' know? The kind you can't live without, and you would go crazy without it.

He is the only good thing about my life! Ever since my older sister died, my parents started doing drugs, and being abusive towards me, saying it was my fault, that I'm a mistake. That hurts... she was beautiful, more beautiful than me. Trent always had a huge crush on her, she looked almost exactly like me though. Anyways, this hurts talking about her. 


I love Trent, I love him. Nothing will change the direction my heart is going, but, I need to get out of my house, this hell hole people call a life. Every morning when I look in the mirror, I see a worthless, ugly, horrible person, with bruises and scars all over her body.I'm tired of my life, I'm tired of my parents so..

I'm running away, getting out of here, and I'm bringing Trent with me.


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