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Why did no one tell me I spelled my own username wrong? I use it everywhere! Do you see it? Cataclysm? Gah.
Anyway, countdown Chapter Two.
.four.
(& this is what we call living in a haze)
Ino didn't really have Something Better - but she showed Sakura that her father did. She went all through the house picking up her father's bottles, while Sakura stood and watched. She was scare-scare-scared, even if she knew her father would never notice. She didn't want to try Alcohol - but Ino was adamant. When the Pig had dumped the bottles on Sakura's bed she dragged the pinkette there, shoving her down on the covers firmly.
"Now, this probably tastes the best, but this probably has the least alcohol in it…" Ino immediately launched into lengthy explanations, and told Sakura just how much she could drink before anyone would notice, before she got a hangover, before she went numb.
And then Ino picked up a bottle of Gin (the bottle daddy gave her for lunch -) and took a long swig. Sakura's mouth fell open slightly and she stared as Ino downed half the bottle in one go, her hands shaking. Would Ino suddenly realize how ugly Sakura was, because of the alcohol?
"Sakura, if you don't choose a bottle, I'm going to choose for you." Ino warned, seemingly unaffected. She'd probably been drinking as long as Sakura had been downing pills (which she wanted so badly right now -)
"Are we just going to drink all night? That's boring, Pig." Sakura said casually, reaching out and plucking the bottle from Ino's hands. She examined it for a moment, but it couldn't hurt, right? Right?
(and if ino suddenly realizes, it might help, yes, maybe)
Sakura drinks the rest of the bottle and it burns. But she doesn't stop until its gone, and then she chokes and splutters and drops the bottle onto the bed.
"…Fuck." Sakura whispers as her head spins slightly, the edges of everything blurring faintly. She feels warm and bubbly and she wants to giggle. It scares her.
"Its not numb. You said - you told me it would be, P-Pig." Sakura says, and is satisfied that she does not slur. It seems she isn't that bad of a lightweight, even if she still feels like giggling.
"You could always take your pretty little pills, Forehead." Ino says, and opens another bottle. Sakura doesn't think she's going to touch either of them, now.
"That's… That's not safe." Sakura murmurs, even though she's having trouble remembering why or how. She just knows it isn't.
Ino laughs loudly, spilling a bit of the alcohol on Sakura's pretty pink sheets.
"And you thought you were safe before?" Ino asks snidely, and downs the rest of the bottle. Sakura doesn't answer, just wraps her arms around herself (its her ribs this time, because daddy didn't stop kicking even after she was on the floor -)
"You're never safe." (i know) Sakura is saved from answering when her doorbell rings, the sound rusty, and she slips off the bed, stumbling in her haste.
"Its only Sai, hun! I called him over for some fun." Ino shouts, slurring. Sakura doesn't stop, but she yanks the door open, dragging Sai inside.
"Hello, Homely." He greeted, smiling an empty smile. Suddenly, Sakura hated it - hated him, hated everything.
"Shut the fuck up, Sai." Sakura growls and jerks him down for a kiss. (she thinks she doesn't know why, but she does, because he's just like gaara, only he can fake it -) She releases him as suddenly as she'd grabbed him, shoving him down the hall towards her bedroom.
"Your girl's waiting for you." Sakura calls out, and goes to find the Jack Daniels that's hidden in the lamp on the coffee table.
When she walks back into her room, stumbling, tipsy and approaching drunk, Sai and Ino are sucking face on her bed. She doesn't say anything, just chugs her bottle, and misses someone of her own.
Three weeks later Sakura comes to school piss-drunk, the plastic bottle she brings with her stinking of alcohol. The teachers never even noticed, thinking her silliness and clumsiness and what-the-hell-ever was just her being a teenager.
She hides in the chem room after school, knowing her daddy is going to notice that she's been stealing his Jack. (but shes pretending not to care, and shes doing good -)
Sakura fairly passes out on one of the desks, and this is why she doesn't even twitch when the classroom door opens. She hears footsteps coming toward her, and out of the corner of her eye, she can suddenly see dark, dark fabric.
"Sakura, wake up." A familiar voice commands, and Sakura lifts her head blearily. Sasuke comes into her line of sight, looking disapproving. She brightens immediately, stumbling to her feet and draping herself over him.
"Hullo, S-Saukeh-kooon." Sakura slurs, nuzzling against his chest. He stiffens in her arms, trying to gently detach her.
"When I said you had to stop, I didn't mean for you to pick up something else." Sasuke finally stops trying to pry her off of him and wraps his arms around her (no-no-no, that's a trap, don't -) He's surprisingly gentle.
"…Dunno whatchoo mean." Sakura mutters, relaxing into him even more. He smells so nice, and he's surprisingly warm…
And then Sasuke shoves her back down onto the chair, glaring for all he's worth. Sakura cowers under his gaze, her hands shifting restlessly.
"You come to school smashed every fucking day, Sakura. And this -" Here he takes the water bottle she's brought with her, sniffing the lid to find that it isn't water after all. He sneers in disgust, turning on his heel and dumping the contents down the sink, despite Sakura's protests.
"Here." He snaps, and tosses the now-empty bottle at her. Useless.
"I think I liked the pills better." Sasuke says scathingly, before slamming out of the room.
Sakura sits in shock, and pretends she's not sobbing.
Chapter Three
Anyway, countdown Chapter Two.
.four.
(& this is what we call living in a haze)
Ino didn't really have Something Better - but she showed Sakura that her father did. She went all through the house picking up her father's bottles, while Sakura stood and watched. She was scare-scare-scared, even if she knew her father would never notice. She didn't want to try Alcohol - but Ino was adamant. When the Pig had dumped the bottles on Sakura's bed she dragged the pinkette there, shoving her down on the covers firmly.
"Now, this probably tastes the best, but this probably has the least alcohol in it…" Ino immediately launched into lengthy explanations, and told Sakura just how much she could drink before anyone would notice, before she got a hangover, before she went numb.
And then Ino picked up a bottle of Gin (the bottle daddy gave her for lunch -) and took a long swig. Sakura's mouth fell open slightly and she stared as Ino downed half the bottle in one go, her hands shaking. Would Ino suddenly realize how ugly Sakura was, because of the alcohol?
"Sakura, if you don't choose a bottle, I'm going to choose for you." Ino warned, seemingly unaffected. She'd probably been drinking as long as Sakura had been downing pills (which she wanted so badly right now -)
"Are we just going to drink all night? That's boring, Pig." Sakura said casually, reaching out and plucking the bottle from Ino's hands. She examined it for a moment, but it couldn't hurt, right? Right?
(and if ino suddenly realizes, it might help, yes, maybe)
Sakura drinks the rest of the bottle and it burns. But she doesn't stop until its gone, and then she chokes and splutters and drops the bottle onto the bed.
"…Fuck." Sakura whispers as her head spins slightly, the edges of everything blurring faintly. She feels warm and bubbly and she wants to giggle. It scares her.
"Its not numb. You said - you told me it would be, P-Pig." Sakura says, and is satisfied that she does not slur. It seems she isn't that bad of a lightweight, even if she still feels like giggling.
"You could always take your pretty little pills, Forehead." Ino says, and opens another bottle. Sakura doesn't think she's going to touch either of them, now.
"That's… That's not safe." Sakura murmurs, even though she's having trouble remembering why or how. She just knows it isn't.
Ino laughs loudly, spilling a bit of the alcohol on Sakura's pretty pink sheets.
"And you thought you were safe before?" Ino asks snidely, and downs the rest of the bottle. Sakura doesn't answer, just wraps her arms around herself (its her ribs this time, because daddy didn't stop kicking even after she was on the floor -)
"You're never safe." (i know) Sakura is saved from answering when her doorbell rings, the sound rusty, and she slips off the bed, stumbling in her haste.
"Its only Sai, hun! I called him over for some fun." Ino shouts, slurring. Sakura doesn't stop, but she yanks the door open, dragging Sai inside.
"Hello, Homely." He greeted, smiling an empty smile. Suddenly, Sakura hated it - hated him, hated everything.
"Shut the fuck up, Sai." Sakura growls and jerks him down for a kiss. (she thinks she doesn't know why, but she does, because he's just like gaara, only he can fake it -) She releases him as suddenly as she'd grabbed him, shoving him down the hall towards her bedroom.
"Your girl's waiting for you." Sakura calls out, and goes to find the Jack Daniels that's hidden in the lamp on the coffee table.
When she walks back into her room, stumbling, tipsy and approaching drunk, Sai and Ino are sucking face on her bed. She doesn't say anything, just chugs her bottle, and misses someone of her own.
Three weeks later Sakura comes to school piss-drunk, the plastic bottle she brings with her stinking of alcohol. The teachers never even noticed, thinking her silliness and clumsiness and what-the-hell-ever was just her being a teenager.
She hides in the chem room after school, knowing her daddy is going to notice that she's been stealing his Jack. (but shes pretending not to care, and shes doing good -)
Sakura fairly passes out on one of the desks, and this is why she doesn't even twitch when the classroom door opens. She hears footsteps coming toward her, and out of the corner of her eye, she can suddenly see dark, dark fabric.
"Sakura, wake up." A familiar voice commands, and Sakura lifts her head blearily. Sasuke comes into her line of sight, looking disapproving. She brightens immediately, stumbling to her feet and draping herself over him.
"Hullo, S-Saukeh-kooon." Sakura slurs, nuzzling against his chest. He stiffens in her arms, trying to gently detach her.
"When I said you had to stop, I didn't mean for you to pick up something else." Sasuke finally stops trying to pry her off of him and wraps his arms around her (no-no-no, that's a trap, don't -) He's surprisingly gentle.
"…Dunno whatchoo mean." Sakura mutters, relaxing into him even more. He smells so nice, and he's surprisingly warm…
And then Sasuke shoves her back down onto the chair, glaring for all he's worth. Sakura cowers under his gaze, her hands shifting restlessly.
"You come to school smashed every fucking day, Sakura. And this -" Here he takes the water bottle she's brought with her, sniffing the lid to find that it isn't water after all. He sneers in disgust, turning on his heel and dumping the contents down the sink, despite Sakura's protests.
"Here." He snaps, and tosses the now-empty bottle at her. Useless.
"I think I liked the pills better." Sasuke says scathingly, before slamming out of the room.
Sakura sits in shock, and pretends she's not sobbing.
Chapter Three