I'll Carry You Away

I need to eat. I need to pee. I need to paint. But I'm not moving from this couch.

There's a million little secrets I have but Sander reads me like an open book. Except for 3 very big things she will never know about. The first secret is Katie. She was my roommate back at the Uni and we became very good friends. Then in my senior year I made the worst mistake of my life. I got drunk as fuck and ran off with some frat guys. Katie went to find me and... well, you know the rest of the story. My second secret is my illnesses. Only my mom and Dr. Nguyen know these ones. I have certain phobias that all participate in my schizophrenia. I won't name them now but they all have to do with darkness and the horrors of the world. All terrible things. And the last is in relation to my paranoia. I was diagnosed with PTSD shortly after Katie's death. I would delve a little deeper but it's best if I don't. Some things are better left unexplained.

I felt weird. I need to get up and get food but I was afraid to look around. Childish I know, but the image of a rapist or a murderer standing in my living room is burned into my brain.

"Just do it. There's nobody here." I said to myself.

"But what if- wait no. What?"

"Nobody here."

Am I really doing this? Seriously Rami. Get a fucking grip.

"Oh."

"Ok get up."

"Why."

"You wanted food damnit!"

"I'M INSANE!"

I swung my legs over the side of the couch and slowly stood up. I turned around and headed straight to the kitchen, looking nowhere else. The second I stopped by the counter I sighed.

"Alcohol.... I need fucking alcohol." I climbed onto a stool and opened up the cabinet above the fridge.

And here's the motherload. Scotch, wine, tequila, whiskey, margarita mix, beer... ahh... the list goes on and on. I have always been a lightweight but that never stops me. I filled my arms with bottles of the happy juice and grinned. Something always has to happen though.

Somebody banged on the front door scaring the living shit out of me. My foot slipped and I fell backwards off the stool. I screamed hysterically as at least 10 bottles of alcohol shattered around me. Surprisingly, the only damage done to me was a large gash on my hand and an even worse headache than before.

"God dammit!" I shouted before walking to the door and opening it.

"Zack you asshole! All that booze is wasted!"

"I wouldn't talk to your boss like that little one." He teased and poked my forehead.

"I don't care who you are, alcohol is alcohol." He laughed and walked inside. I shut the door and walked into the kitchen, picking up pieces of broken glass.

"Woah what happened to your hand?"

"That would be from you fuck face." I laughed and wiped up the floor.

"Sorry. I just wanted to take you over VU and show you around. Didn't expect to scare the shit out of you." Zack kneeled down next to me and helped me clean up. "Will your hand be okay?"

"Yeah it's fine." I shrugged and got up.

"Then let me take you to your new work place."

-.-

After Zack dropped me off back home I walked into the kitchen and grabbed our last bottle of whiskey.

"Woah woah woah smurfy. Where do you think you're going with that?" Sander said and tried to grab at my hand.

Jimmy was behind her and he sat their quietly waiting for Sander to finish.

"I'm going to the couch. And I'm bringing a drink. Is there a problem?"

"Yes there's a problem! I came home to you missing and the alcohol cabinet empty! I thought I'd have to go at and find your stupid ass in the middle of the night!" Sander snapped at me.

I froze. Slowly, I set down the whiskey and turned away from Sander. I ignored her calling my name and walked up the stairs not even realizing where I was heading. I locked the door behind me and stared at the room before me.

"The art room...Katie what are you doing to me."

But despite what was happening around me, I picked up my paint brush and let everything go.

Notes

Guys I totally kicked my ass to write this chapter lol. Sorry for it being shitty and stuff but it gives you a nice picture of what Rami is going through. So let's just see what my amazing co-author has up her sleeve.
And for our little after-chapter question...
Whhhaaaattt thhheee fuuuuuccckkkkk?

-a7x_deathbats6661