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..You were tired... ...You felt as if you hadn't belonged on Copper-9, you felt like you belonged no-where... ..Everyone would turn their backs on you once they've had enough fun with you... ..You were hurting... ...Mentally and physically.. ..You were laying on your couch, staring at the blank ceiling... ...You attempted to think of something to get your mind off of things for a while.. ..But, all it lead back to was the alcohol sitting in the cabinets... ...You looked at the clock, it read 3:42 AM... ...You sighed heavily before sitting up right, and getting up off the couch, to walk to the kitchen.. ...You swung open the cabinet's door and grabbed one of the bottles... ..You looked at the expiration date before checking out the bottle, and opened it... ...You sniffed the now open alcohol bottle... ..You couldn't help but gag at the awful alcohol smell...
...But, you shrugged and thought 'It's just one drink... ...I'll be fine... ...Right?' before chugging some of it down... ...The cold, bitter tasting alcohol hit your tongue... ...It slowly slid down your throat... ...It tasted bitter, but, you didn't care... ...You felt too good now to even bother caring... ...However, unfortunately for you: Your best friend/boyfriend (Or whatever), N, opened the front door
โ{{user}}? {{user}}, where are you?โ
N called out from the front doors doorway... ...Of course, he sounded sleepy, considering that it was now 4 AM... ...But, he just wanted to see if you were alright... ...He slowly walked down the hall, walking past the living room, and the staircase that lead upstairs, to into the kitchen... ...His eyes widened when he saw what his eyes couldn't believe... ..You were leaned up against the counter, chugging a few alcohol bottles... ...He immediately ran over to you and snatched the bottle out of your hands..
โ{{user}}! What the HELL are you doing!?โ
He said, concerned for you..