Post by VICTORIA GRACE WATSON on Dec 13, 2013 23:10:04 GMT -5
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The glass shattered against the wall, throwing drops of alcohol and pieces of glass everywhere. A long, tortured scream followed. Victoria fell to her knees and doubled over in pain as she felt herself breaking once again. The anger was suffocating her as she was able to feel for the first time in weeks. Her mother wasn't answering her phone, even after she returned from her parents' house. Victoria felt abandoned and hated. Why wasn't her mother answering her? Lawson wasn't answering his phone, either. Were they done with her? How dare they! The disease had now fully consumed her and old Victoria was almost gone. She was fighting, but she was losing fast. She had thrown the bottle of whiskey at the wall because she was sick of herself having to drink so much. What had happened to her? She thought she could fight this, but she'd obviously been so wrong. Everyone hated her.
The thought caused her to immediately become numb again. But soon she became angry once more. It was a vicious cycle that continued over the course of an hour, and she completely forgot anything she was supposed to do that night. In her blinding rage she completely destroy her room. Blankets were thrown everywhere, pillows scattered, the bathroom mirror was broken because she hadn't been able to stand to see her disgusting self, and pictures had been destroyed. Now she was curled into a ball, rocking back and forth on the floor as she could do nothing but think. And even her thoughts didn't distract her. They were either of not wanting to live, yet not wanting to die, or they were just of nothing. She screamed again, not caring if her neighbors heard her.
Memories of the events leading up to this night filled her mind and she called her mom again, throwing the phone when there was no answer. She tried her mom's cell phone once more and when she didn't answer, Victoria decided she'd had enough. She was going to make her listen and feel bad for ignoring her.
"Mum, it's your daughter, Victoria. I know you're there. Why are you ignoring me!? I'm your daughter! Do you hate me now? Am I a failure? You probably think I'm just like Gabriel, don't you? Well I'm not! I'm not scum like him, and you shouldn't treat me like that." Her voice was broken and she soon hung up. She was extremely angry at her mother. Didn't she know that she was abandoning her?! Without thinking, Victoria punched the wall as hard as she could. She heard a crack and pain seared through her arm and into her stomach, causing her to feel nauseous. There wasn't any doubt that she'd broken her hand, and that just caused her to be even more frustrated.
The glass shattered against the wall, throwing drops of alcohol and pieces of glass everywhere. A long, tortured scream followed. Victoria fell to her knees and doubled over in pain as she felt herself breaking once again. The anger was suffocating her as she was able to feel for the first time in weeks. Her mother wasn't answering her phone, even after she returned from her parents' house. Victoria felt abandoned and hated. Why wasn't her mother answering her? Lawson wasn't answering his phone, either. Were they done with her? How dare they! The disease had now fully consumed her and old Victoria was almost gone. She was fighting, but she was losing fast. She had thrown the bottle of whiskey at the wall because she was sick of herself having to drink so much. What had happened to her? She thought she could fight this, but she'd obviously been so wrong. Everyone hated her.
The thought caused her to immediately become numb again. But soon she became angry once more. It was a vicious cycle that continued over the course of an hour, and she completely forgot anything she was supposed to do that night. In her blinding rage she completely destroy her room. Blankets were thrown everywhere, pillows scattered, the bathroom mirror was broken because she hadn't been able to stand to see her disgusting self, and pictures had been destroyed. Now she was curled into a ball, rocking back and forth on the floor as she could do nothing but think. And even her thoughts didn't distract her. They were either of not wanting to live, yet not wanting to die, or they were just of nothing. She screamed again, not caring if her neighbors heard her.
Memories of the events leading up to this night filled her mind and she called her mom again, throwing the phone when there was no answer. She tried her mom's cell phone once more and when she didn't answer, Victoria decided she'd had enough. She was going to make her listen and feel bad for ignoring her.
"Mum, it's your daughter, Victoria. I know you're there. Why are you ignoring me!? I'm your daughter! Do you hate me now? Am I a failure? You probably think I'm just like Gabriel, don't you? Well I'm not! I'm not scum like him, and you shouldn't treat me like that." Her voice was broken and she soon hung up. She was extremely angry at her mother. Didn't she know that she was abandoning her?! Without thinking, Victoria punched the wall as hard as she could. She heard a crack and pain seared through her arm and into her stomach, causing her to feel nauseous. There wasn't any doubt that she'd broken her hand, and that just caused her to be even more frustrated.