#481340 added January 14, 2007 at 7:11pm Restrictions: None
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.
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