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Could She?

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The last of a bottle dripped into her glass, she chugged it back easily and quickly. Her throat hurt.
Her eyes burned with growing tears, just takeanother swig of the alcohol she relied on for almost
everything. She grabbed another bottle she had stashed and popped it open, taking another sip just like
that.

The word 'failure' swam through her thoughts. More and more alcohol consumed at every word she thought of
and going through her system. It was numbing. So she drank more and more, just pushing away the thoughts.
The sadness she felt just faded into a blur as she took another wobbly step.  

Roxy woke up hours later, mind still swimming and head pounding. Her breath and room smelt strongly of
alcohol. Discarded bottles and glasses were scattered around her on the floor of her room. Her cheeks
were still stained with tears, her eyes puffy and red.

She WAS a failure, she disappointed everybody, drank to get rid of the problems, nobody loved her. The
thoughts roamed freely through her mind. She reached for another bottle. All empty, she had drank them
all. She lets out a groan. Why did she have to be such a failure. Why was she even here? She was wasting
her friends time by talking to them, they didn't deserve to have her weighing them down with her problems.

Jane loved Jake, who liked either Jane or Dirk, while Dirk loved Jake. And who loves her? Nobody. She
repeated that in her mind, the thought sinking so deep it might as well be true. Her mom didn't give two
shits about her, she supposes, as she practically asked Roxy to drink the damn stuff.

She snaps back to real life at the beeping of pesterchum from her computer. She didn't budge from her
spot, not even a millimeter.

Eventually, the beeping from pesterchum started to annoy her and her already pounding headache. She slumped
off the floor, knuckles white as she grips her computer desk to keep herself from stumbling and falling.
The girl slid into her computer chair, noticable bags under her eyes from the light off the screen. She opened
the window to see who was trying to contact her now.

It was her best friend, Jane. The girl she also had the smallest of small crush on, well maybe a bit bigger,
but still, but Jane could never feel the same way, could she?

...
GG: Roxy seriously are you there?
GG: Hello?
GG: What's going on over there?
TG: waht teh hell do u want???
GG: There you are! Oh I don't know, just felt like talking to my bff! :B
GG: So, how are you?
TG: just fukieng danDY
TG: *fucknig
TG: *who the fcuk cares
GG: You can't fool me! What's wrong?
GG: I worry about you, you know.
TG: no u dont
TG: nobpdy givse a shit abot roxy
TG: nofukinhbody loves her geithr
TG: *loves fuck
GG: Roxy, that's not true! Somebody loves you...
GG: Can you guess who it is? <3

gutsyGumshoe [GG] has ceased pestering tipsyGnostalgic

TG: <4
TG: shit
TG: *<3

tipsyGnostalgic [TG] has ceased pestering gutsyGumshoe

Could she?
quick roxy/jane drabble vuv
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thealmightyE's avatar
I giggled at Roxy's <4.