Third persons POV.
Inside a dishevelled looking sitting room, where clothes had covered the top of the only sofa available in the small space, and also, different forms of empty cans laid scattered on the floor of the sitting room.
A girl in a tight-fitting clothes laid in the midst of these mess.
She didn't care about how the place looked, she hadn't cared about anything for the past few months.
All she could do all day was wake up, get drunk, and go back to sleep. But a few days ago, she couldn't bear the smell of alcohol; her only solace.
She had to experience the pain she had been trying so much to push out for weeks now. At first she could do that with the help of alcohol, but now that she could no longer withstand the smell of it, things had become even much more messier.
The girl didn't know why she couldn't drink anymore, but she thought maybe she had abused it for too long and her body is now rejecting it completely.
