blood and broken bones [uni]

what part

of living

cw: alcoholism, child abuse

Today had been a bad day for you. You'd been trying- ever since talking to Adrian- not to drink so much anymore. You knew it wasn't good for you, and you knew it hurt the people around you, too, but some days, you just couldn't help it. It was all that you could do to numb the pain of what went on at home.

That's why, as you sat in the locker room of the training center as the other careers trained, you took the time to drink an entire six pack of beer. You'd had another one or two more than that, earlier, too, so by the time you left the training center, you were definitely drunk.

Your orientation was a bit off, and walking down the street, there was definitely a chance of you getting in trouble for 'public intoxication'. You'd done this before, though, and it didn't really bother you. If you got in trouble, so what? They couldn't hurt you as bad as your father did, right?

As you're walking, not only are you disoriented, but you're lost in your thoughts, not paying much attention. That's when you trip.

Falling onto the pavement, right in front of someone, face first. You try to get yourself up quickly, only to get to your knees when you realize that your nose is bleeding profusely. You most certainly broke your nose.

"Shit!" you curse. Then, you look up to the person you'd fallen in front of.

"Sorry, I, uh... I'm a bit clumsy sometimes." Your excuse isn't great, as your intoxication is very obvious given your slurred words.

Holding your nose with your left hand, you try to push yourself to your feet with your right hand, but you can't quite get up. You slip back down to the ground.

"Fuck," you mutter under your breath. You hate to ask for help, but you silently hope that this person will offer it to you.

says you

gotta die