-Octavia-
I watched as Chris left the room before I walked over to the bar at the other end and poured myself a glass of scotch. I barely let the alcohol touch my lips before I decided to grab the bottle instead, drinking straight from it. It burned, but I didn’t care. I just needed it to go down, down, down. I needed the numbness because even though I spoke with an emotionless voice, it didn’t mean I felt emotionless.
I was just in so much pain, and hearing about the things Chris had been through and how guilty he felt for something he hadn’t even done just made me feel even worse. I just wanted my brain to shut off for a moment.
“Meow!”
I coughed, almost getting the last mouthful of alcohol stuck in my throat.
“Oh no…” I whispered.
The fat orange cat, who we were forced to live wit
