Save Me

Emma doesn't know what to do with her life anymore. Her brother, her best friend in the whole world, has just passed away from cancer and she's running from her own problems. She begins to drink, suffering hangovers almost every morning. Her life feels empty, until she meets a boy who throws her life into a quite unexpected loop. She finds herself falling in love, and learning that you always have to face your problems; but you never have to face them alone.

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1. Drunk

Emma's P.O.V

I pulled up to the curb at around two in the morning. I stumbled out of the car and into the lobby, "I'd like a room please," I slurred, trying not to sound drunk. It was a lame attempt because I was quite obviously wasted. While I waited for the girl to punch some number and codes into the computer I looked around the hotel lobby. It was huge and the floor was solid marble, not one scratch on it. The furniture was a deep-colored oak wood. The chairs where made of plush, red, velvet. Flat screen TVs played in what appeared to be the dining hall. This was definitley not going to be cheap.

"Here you are ma'am," the woman chirrped, hurting my ears, "You will be staying in room 237. It's on the second floor. If you need anything please don't hesitate to call," She was overly-perky, especially for two o'clock in the morning. Who the Hell smiles that big at two in the morning? I snatched back my credit card and headed for my scratchless, black, Range Rover. I opened the trunk and grabbed my suitcases, placing them on a cart and going back through the lobby.

For being drunk, I was pretty observant. As i walked down the hallway, I noted the large marble columns that appeared to hold the building up. I listened closely to the soft music being played over the speakers. Mozart. It was definitley Mozart.

I slammed my room key into the slot and waited for the light to turn green. I practically tripped over myself walking into the room. I unloaded my suitcases onto the ground and pushed the cart back out into the hallway, not caring enough to put it back where i found it. I slammed my body down onto the bed.

"Ughhh," I moaned, my head throbbing. I probably deserved it too. Owen would be so dissapointed if he could see me right now, complteley wasted. I missed him so much. He was the best brother in the whole world. I thought back to all the times he had made me laugh by threatening my past boyfriends and making silly jokes he thought were funny. I remembered how whenever Mom and Dad where out of town on "important lawyer buisness trips" he would turn down any plans his friends made so i wouldn't be alone. We would watch movies and play board games. When we found out he had cancer things got difficult. I cried for days and he came into my room and told me he was going to be fine, and for a while-- i believed him.

Gathering all my strength i got up and opened one of my suit cases. I battled all my shirts and jeans to get to the bottom where I kept my emergency vodka. I took the bottle out and didnt even bother to poor myself a glass, I just drank straight from it. I was extremley aware that I was underage drinking. I was only 19, but I looked old enough to pass for 21 so no one had ever asked for an I.D.

Before Owen had died, I had never even touched a bottle of alcohol. I was too busy with basketball, and studying. My parents used to have extremley high expectations, and it was a lot of work because both me and Owen had pretty big shoes to fill. But we kept up, and we filled them like the perfect kids we were. Once Owen died, however, they shut down. And so did I. We shut down in completley different ways though. They drowned themslves in their work and I drowned myseld in alcohol. Now, every time I thought of Owen or my parents, I popped a cap on any alcohol bottle around me.

I threw on some sweats and put my long blond hair into a messy bun. I pulled out my contacts because I knew I was gonna pass out soon. The whole world went fuzzy, and I mean terribly fuzzy. My vision had been terrible for as long as I can remember. I grabbed the ice-bucket and headed out the door. I stumbled through the hallway, tripping over almost everything and nothing. Partly because I was horribly blind, and partly because I was inexcusably and terrifyingly wasted.

 

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