June 3, 2012
It was 4 in the morning when the end of her life began.
The blonde stumbled into the house decorated with various demon traps and runes. (Very classy.) She maneuvered her way through the rooms, careful of the creaky floor. She didn't want to wake her father, or she would never hear the end of it. It wasn't that hard, she had done this plenty of times.
"Shit," she cursed as she stumbled, she grabbed onto the wall for support. Aside from her sleep deprived state, her head pounded from God knows what, probably the "sip" of alcohol she had.
'Yeah probably,' she thought to herself. She made a mental note to never drink again.
The blonde made her way to the kitchen, hoping there was something in the fridge that would sound appetizing. She settled for the jar of Maraschino cherries. Plucking a cherry from the jar, she ate 12 more before screwing the cap back on and putting it back in the fridge.
"God tomorrow is going to suck," she mumbled to herself as she rubbed her forehead. She chugged a glass of water before going to the living room. She took exactly seven steps before the room blinded her with light. Gasping as she covered her eyes, and mumbled curses, she held onto her head, which was aching more now.
"Elena Karen Singer," The thick country accented voice said, a sharp and angered attitude resonated from it. "Do you know what time it is?"
"No," the blonde slurred. "I don't care either. I'm going to bed." Elena stomped out of the room, trying to escape from the light's brutal rays. She didn't get far; she was harshly pulled back and turned around.
"I don't think so. Why don't you make yourself comfortable? We need to talk." Her father said. Elena looked down, blocking out everything. God was she tired. She didn't remember too much from the night.
A night at the club with her friends.
A 'couple' of drinks sipped.
Then she was home.
She knew nothing to terribly bad happened. Sure, drinking and entering a club under the age was frowned upon, but it was only a couple of drinks (she tried not to keep track). And it was a damn good time.
Elena felt two hands cup her cheeks and lift her face up. "Look at me," her father said softly. Bobby looked into his daughter's face. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot, and the heavy scent of alcohol stained her breath. It was safe to say that his daughter looked like shit.
With a deep sigh, Bobby grabbed his daughter a towel.
"We can talk in the morning, but only if you take a shower. And brush your teeth." Bobby handed her the towel. With an exhausted sigh, Elena trudged up the stairs, mumbling something about how "Showers at four in the morning aren't fair."
Elena had to admit, the hot water felt good on her skin. She washed her hair and body, twice. Then she stood for what felt like eternity under the shower head, relaxing as the warm water massaged her.
When she finished, she exited the now steam filled bathroom, and sought refuge in her room. She saw through the window the sun was starting to rise. She quickly dressed in an old grey t-shirt and a long pair of pajama pants, her skin slightly damp from the shower. She didn't even care about her hair; she unwrapped it from her hair towel and brushed her finger through it a few times.
Elena popped a mint in her mouth and decided she would brush her teeth extra good in the morning and by that she meant afternoon when she would get up.
Elena laid on her bed, not caring about the dirty clothes on the floor, her stinking breath, or her ridiculously wet and tangled hair. She cared for none of it as she let the world fade away.