Beyond the Evening Twilight

Chapter 7 (very short)

      Later, I sat up in my bed and glanced at my arm, it throbbed with pain.  I decided to change my clothing.  I pulled on a different pair of bondage pants, black with white trim and chains.  Sliding a red and black stripped shirt over my head, I looked into the mirror hanging from the wall.  It was apparent that I had been crying, so before emerging from my room, I plastered on more dark makeup.  As I did so, I noticed that I was still very pale and the area around my eyes had grown darker, I looked almost dead.  I threw on my trench coat and opened my door.  My mother was nowhere to be found.  Walking into the kitchen, I looked to the fridge where I had found a note.  It had stated that my mother had gone out that night and wouldn’t be back until late.  I opened the refrigerator, then paused, turned around and stared directly at the fully stocked, personal bar.  Filling my trench coat with random bottles of alcoholic beverages and a full box of cigarettes, I was out the door, I needed to leave.  I knew exactly where I was headed.