A/N: My brother was being annoying while I was writing this so it sucks...

Drug use and alcohol consumptions.

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As I stare around the now emptier apartment, my head won't stop racing. I don't have the energy nor motivation to do that stack of dishes growing in the sink. I can't believe she's really gone. My happiness, my little ray of sunshine got ripped out of my arms as she cried tears of fear. Unzipping the black backpack I spot a small clear bag. I've never done hard drugs and I never want to but I've heard time and time again that it will help.

I pour a small amount onto the kitchen counter before grabbing a credit card from my wallet, forming a small line. I've seen Dion do this but other than that I have no idea what I'm doing. Wrapping a dollar bill into a tube I line it up, holding it up to my nose and inhaling as I watch the line quickly disappear. I instantly cough, causing me to laugh at my own dumb ass.

Only fifteen minutes later the apartment looks cleaner than it ever has. I grab a bottle of the hardest liquor I have, slowly downing it as I dance around to the music I have playing. Slowly I feel myself fading away.

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"You should go to sleep my dear," mom smiles softly at me as I let out a yawn on the couch. "You've had a long day," she adds.

"Yeah," I nod, "I may as well stay here tonight," I lift myself off the couch, engulfing mom in a hug before walking off to my 'old' bedroom. Grabbing my phone I cuddle up under the covers and open Snapchat, scrolling through everyone's stories...until I land on Carter's. Shit, I totally forgot.

I immediately swipe out of the app and call her.

"Hello," she drags out the 'O'.

"Carter, you're drinking?"

"Yeah?" She giggles questioningly, "Jus' havin' fun."

"Are you alone?" I ask her.

"Yes...but you can change that," her voice turning seductive.

"I'll be there in 15 minutes," I say, quickly hopping out of my bed and pulling on a pair of shoes.

"Where are you going?" Dad asks as I practically sprint to the door.

"I-To a friend's," I blurt out.

"Be safe," he calls out as I run out the door.

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Knocking on her door I hear her shout over the loud music a "come in." I open the door, sighing at the fact that she didn't even have her door locked. Literally, anyone could have walked in. I shut the door, walking into her kitchen when she spots me. Her eyes light up and she drapes her arms over my shoulders, "I'm so glad you're here," she whispered in my ear.

"Me too," I breathe out, the smell of booze radiating off of her. I pull away from the hug, grabbing her phone off the counter and pausing the music. "Awh," she pouts, her bottom lip sticking out.

"It's too late for you to be playing that so loud," I explain.

"I'll be makin' ya scream that's loud in a min," she husks with slurred words, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"No, you won't," I shake my head.

"Okayyyy? You want to top?"

"Carter we aren't having sex," I sigh, pulling her arms off of me before grabbing a cup from the cabinet and filling it with water.

"B-but..." she whines.

I gotta admit, she does look real fine right now but the stench of alcohol shuts me right down. "Drink this," I hand her the glass of water, hearing her gulp it down.

"Go change into something comfy," I turn to her, holding both her hands in mine, "and I'll be in your room in a minute."

"Okay," she agrees, stumbling over to her room. I wait until I hear her door close and find a bottle of painkillers. As I open the fridge to grab a water bottle I see a picture of Carter hung up. I know this is hard for her and I don't blame her, I just wish she wouldn't drown her issues in alcohol.

I grab a water bottle, the painkillers, and her phone before walking into her room. I knock softly on her door, hearing a 'come in' before I open it up. I find her sitting at the edge of her bed with only underwear on. I shake my head, setting the items on her nightstand, plugging in her phone and setting it down as well.

I walk over to her dresser, opening the drawer that I know has comfy clothes in. I grab a large shift and walk over to her. "Arms up," I demand.

"Are we really not fucking?" Her eyes widen in a pout as she lifts her arms up.

"You're pretty hammered babe, not tonight." I pull the shirt onto her, pulling her hair up into a low pony. She places her hand on my cheeks and pulls me towards her, our lips meeting. "Carter-" I mutter onto her lips. She only continues to kiss me, deepening quickly but before I can even think, she's running over to the bathroom and I hear her throwing up. Lovely. Walking into the bathroom I grabbed a facecloth, running it under the water then sitting down on the floor beside her. Once she's done I flush the toilet and hand her the washcloth so she can wipe her lips.

"I'm sorry," she slurs.

"It's okay," I help her up and she grabs her toothbrush.

We walk hand in hand to her bedroom. I turn out her lights before joining her under the covers. "Goodnight Carter."

"Night Bils," she mutters. I decide to scroll through my phone for a bit longer but only a few minutes later I hear soft sobs. I put my phone down, deciding to wrap my arms around her.

"You'll be okay," I whisper as she lets out little sniffles. I continue to trace soft circles on her back as she quiets down and soon enough she's fallen asleep.

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