OPHELIA'S POV
"Ouch! Damn you, lamp!"
I never realized tiptoeing around my own house would be this difficult. I couldn't switch the lights on because I didn't want to wake everyone up.
Was the lamp always here, though?
God, if only I could have thought of a better place to spend time with Xavier rather than a party.
Drinking wasn't foreign to me. I liked it. The bitterness that spread through my numb mouth and the fire that lit in my throat after a sip was euphoric.
But, one day, that became tiring.
Getting dressed and then hating how I looked became exhausting.
Drinking like it didn't hurt became exhausting.
But that's how life is, isn't it?
A cycle of finding something you like, enjoying it, then pretending to like it because you don't, and finally getting tired of it.
I just hope, that the 'it' doesn't become life itself.
