"Are you okay?"
lucy day did not cry. in fact, she couldn’t even remember the last time she cried. when she was little, she imagined. her childhood has forced her to learn that emotions were some sort of weakness, something that she pushed far, far down and only let surface on the rarest of occasions. when she was feeling down, she drank. when she was feeling up, she drank. it had become a sort of cycle, one that she couldn’t get herself out of.
her hair hung in front of her face like a curtain, blocking out the moonlight that shone down on her. she lifted the bottle to her lips again, cringing slightly as it burned her throat going down. she could feel it bubbling up inside of her: emotion. in an attempt to keep it down she stood up, pacing along the sidewalk. before she knew it the bottle was flying from her hand and smashing against the pavement of the road. delicate fingers ran through knotted hair as she continued to pace, attempting to make the feelings go away.
a voice knocked her out of her thoughts, causing her to stop in her tracks.
“are you okay?” it asked. lucy turned around, eyes focusing on timothy. she let out a chuckle and nodded her head, waving away their concern with a flick of her wrist.
“of course, i’m fine.” she slurred, her attempt to appear sober failing miserably. “i was just out, don’t worry about it.”
timothy knew better, though. she knew they did, but she still tried to hide it. when they stepped closer she shook her head and took a step backwards, tripping over her own feet and falling straight in the pile of broken glass and spilt alcohol. her hand knicked a sharp piece, but she didn’t feel it. she saw the blood but she felt no pain. the blonde looked over to her friend and nodded her head once again.
“i’m okay.”
