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For as long as she remembers she’s solved all her problems with alcohol. Forgetting is what she’s good at. So on her 18th birthday it was no surprise that she went out clubbing and got completely wasted.

She was alone now. Since last year, things had started to go downhill. Her boyfriend had been her rock, and when he wasn’t there she had always turned to her best friend. But she didn’t have them anymore.

She found herself getting drunk the majority of the time, and this put people off wanting to talk to her. He life was no longer the one you would wish for. But she didn’t care. Why would she need to when she could forget?

‘Give me another’

‘I think you’ve had enough love’

She looked at her watch, it was 4am. Or that’s what she thought her watch said, she couldn’t be sure.

‘Fine, I didn’t like this place anyway’

And she got up and left.

(Aren’t you always told not to walk the streets alone at night?)

On her way home, she could feel herself sobering up. That’s not what she wanted, she wanted to forget, and she could see two men with a bottle in front of her.

So she went looking. She asked if she could have some and the men sneered.

She didn’t care, she just wanted to forget. She was so focused on the bottle she couldn’t hear the men talking, plotting.

The next thing she knew she was being pushed up against the wall. This isn’t what she wanted, if she wanted to get laid she would go to her neighbour, he was always up for it.

‘No, stop it’

This isn’t what she wanted, if she wanted to get laid she would go to her neighbour, he was always up for it.

‘This is what you wanted isn’t it. We’ll give you the bottle after.’

She just wanted to forget. So she blocked out his breath, his sweat, and let him do what he wanted. And when he was done she pulled her skirt up, grabbed the bottle, and made her way home.

The End

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