Perfect Weapon

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  • Published: 6 Feb 2014
  • Updated: 27 Feb 2014
  • Status: Complete
Alex's life falls apart. She goes on tour with her cousin and his band. Then she falls in love. Life isn't easy but with someone to go through it with, its easier to get through alive.


10. Chapter 10

Andy's P.O.V
I heard a loud bang and my head shot up. Alex stood by the fridge chugging a beer (which by the cans around her, appeared to be her 5th).
"Alex, what are you doing?" I asked her as she threw down the empty can and grabbed her 6th beer from the counter.
"Erasing the pain, baby. You know, I never got why people would become alcoholics. Now I do. 'Cause of jacka**es like you." She slurred, clearly drunk. It was odd to see her like that. From what Ashley told us, she had made some kind of pact to not drink until she was 21. Maybe I should stop her. I reached for the beer in her hands.
"Get your own!" She said, angrily.
"You dont need to be drinking." I said, worried.
"NO! I need this. This is my only other option." I stared at her in confusion, then I noticed something on her wrists. I grabbed her hand, even though she protested, and brought it closer to my eyes.
Scars. She had cut before.
"When was the last time you did this?" I asked her, panicking.
She ripped her hand away, "As if you care." Her voice spat venom.
"I do care and you know it." I grabbed the beer and tried to rip it out of her hand. She swore at me and threw the beer in my face. The liquid flew everywhere, staining my clothes and hitting the floor.
"Happy now?" Alex asked sarcasticaly and ran into the bathroom.

Alex's P.O.V
Thats all I wanted, to get completely wasted and not have to worry about anything. He couldnt even give me that. I pulled the razor out of my back pocket and cut into my wrist. I didnt care if they saw, I didnt care about my promise. I deserved this; this was my punishment.
I lost count of how many cuts I did. I only know that I did so many I felt dizzy. The alcohol and loss of blood made my head cloud.
I dropped the razor on the ground, not bothering to clean up the blood, and walked out of the bathroom. I clutched the doorframe and felt the blood drip down both of my hands.
Andy saw and his mouth dropped open. He ran to me and caught me just as I was falling. I heard him calling my name. I focused on a light I saw in the room. Then I blacked out.

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