Last night was spent trying to calm myself down.
My Grandmother spent all night restlessly offering me home made Lasagne , which was usually my favourite.
I couldn't eat,in fact I couldn't do anything at all.

It wasn't for another three hours until I began to feel any effort to move , only to search the house for any liquor.

I felt disgusted at myself. I swore I'd never go back but times like these , I needed stronger things to block out everything.

I turned the place upside down until i found two bottles. One was whiskey , the other was shitty white wine that my Aunt would leave behind at Christmas. I didn't care. I never did.


It was a total blur. I didn't stop. I threw it back , gulp after gulp.
Then out of nowhere I looked outside the Kitchen patio door and the voice returned however this time it sounded softer and extremely familiar.

"Gerard , Gerard" It said full of raw sorrow. It sounded extremely upset.

I thought of the voice for a moment.

"LINDSEY " I exclaimed and shot up in the air.

I just told myself " It was a dream Gerard. Your not lucky enough!".

But there it was again. "Gerard , Gerard , GERARD" Lindsey's voice started to scream.
I didn't hesitate at all to run outside. I followed the voice , as I ran in the pouring rain.

It lead me to the beach.

Notes

The Chapter soundtrack: Smashing Pumpkins Mayonaise

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qjXfFZmkwcg