The bottle of whiskey was almost near its end. Only little droplets remained, and that nearly made Esteri want to cry. She'd come here, to get away from everyone. Everything. To get so drunk, that she might be able to forget everything thats ever happened to her. With a sigh, she downed the last few droplets of the amber liquid, and fell back onto the cemeteries dirt. The fake tombstones that surrounded her, unnamed. Unmarked. Could there really be bodies down below the earth? Sighing, she tossed the bottle far away from her, and allowed the alcohol to burn through her system. In a little while, she would be so incoherent, it wouldn't matter what lay beneath the earth. Nothing would matter anymore.
Esteri was killing herself. Slowly, but surely. With the amount of alcohol she consumed, it would deteriorate her liver. And of course, the woman only had her brother as a companion. Troy? Yeah. She was in love with him, but she found that she might have been too difficult for him to handle. She didn't need to be taken care of, but once in awhile would have been nice. And that was just the bitch side of her thinking. She could say so many things to describe her life, and luxurious, wasn't the word. People here thought Esteri had it all. She didn't. The siren actually had less than what she would have loved to have. But either way, well...
No one would ever know. No one would ever care. If someone found her now, she would be a total mess. Falling all over herself. Slurring her words together. Did someone really want to come and save her? Besides Kael, Esteri had no one who wanted her. No one in the world. Unless she was just blind to it all. Running her fingers through her blue tinged bangs, she began to sob. Uncontrollably. Some drunks were mean. Some were emotional. Esteri was a mix of the two. Standing up, a little to fast for her liking, she threw herself against a tree, pounding on it. She was irrational, and violent, and just wanted, for once, to be held.
She was used and abused before, and all she really wanted was someone to love her for her. Not for her body. Her breasts, her legs. Not because she was wonderful in bed. But because they thrived off her energy. Her personality. Her talent. Ripping her fingers down the bark of the tree, and failing to remember to keep back her strength, the fingers began to bleed. Esteri was in a bad place, and she needed someone to save her from it. Her eyes wandered around the perimeter, and she hid inside the shadows. Things criss crossed around, the ground seemed as if it were moving. And while the wind whipped around her...
She felt as if it were spirits, or ghosts, or whatever. She was losing it fast. Two bottled of whiskey would definitely do that to a person. Hallucination, wasn't described on the bottle, but it seemed as if thats what was happening to her. "Fuck!" Falling to her knees she sat there, still, swaying back and forth.
The world began to spin. Esteri had no idea why they said getting drunk would make things better, but, they did. She held more concentration keeping her body in motion, than she did thinking about the stares, the screams, the crying. Somehow, coming to this place had made everything worse. Her brother had no problems at all fitting in, making friends, forgetting about his home. But the Siren did. She was getting to the point, where she was thinking of going home, and calling it quits. With her brother at her side, or not. Somehow, she was keeping herself stable. The girl didn't really know how she was doing it, but she was.
It would be amazing to see if she actually lasted the night without passing out in some random place. Like here. It was a tad creepy, but Esteri found a comfort about the fake dead. If it was real, she was sure she would have been a lot more comfortable, but nevertheless.... In fact, maybe she wouldn't even go home. Maybe she'd just run off to Transylvania, or better yet, someplace in America. Thanks to the help of Troy, her english had improved along with his. She was able to speak full on sentences, with no mistakes. Hardly any mistakes, anyway.
But the girl had nothing here. Nothing solid, to keep her here. She had little friends, and, with band practive, and working so much in school she hardly had time to associate with people. Plus, they already thought she was weird anyway. Feeling around on the ground, her shadow skittered away from her, obviously disappointed in her actions. And then she heard footsteps. Heavy ones, as if someone was ... running? But she couldn't force her eyes to look up, to see who it was. "You're too laaaaate." Her thick finnish accent slurred her words a lot more than normal. She found no vowls when she spoke. But then again, did she ever? The woman didn't know. Hands gripped her tight, and sometimes, she wished she was like Troy, or a Vampire.
Then she could smell the person who was trying to snap her out of her drunken state, or at least help her keep her head upright. Then a pair of familiar eyes caught hers. "Try?" She missed the 'O' that time. And then Esteri began to giggle insanely. "What the hell am I DOING HERE? WHAT YOU?" Usually, she wasn't terrible at speaking. Right now, she was downright .... terrible. It was almost hysterical.
She couldn't even hear her own voice ring in her ears. The only ringing she heard, was the sound of her senses going haywire. She rolled her head in the direction of the bottles she'd thrown aside, and sighed. What was there to do now? She'd been discovered. She wouldn't be able to go back to wherever she came from, to fetch another bottle. Or at least steal one from Kael's room. Her head lolled to and fro, her eyes not being able to focus in one spot for too long. She was really, really drunk. "I need to sleep, Troy." Esteri could only allow those words to form. Nothing else she tried came out. They were just mumbles on her lips.
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Posted 02-19-201601:37 AM
Mama bat to a beautiful baby bat <3 
Trisphee
