You're someone you're not

"Oh my god, Gee," I don't know who said that. I couldn't see anything but the blurry lines everywhere. My mouth tasted bitter and the front of my shirt was wet. Oh yeah I threw up half way back from Gregs. I must've gotten home.
"Mikey?" I questioned and looked up at the person who as dragging me into the apartment. Too many lines.
"Fuck, Gerard, what happened?" The person answered. I was in the house now. I just laid dow on the cool ground.
"I feel nothing," I said feeling hysterical giggles bubble out of my throat. But then everything was coming out of my throat not just laughter. All I could do was roll over and spew my guts on the welcome mat.
"Jesus Ma is going to be so pissed..." I looked back over at the person. The lines had gone away Mikey was pacing. When our eyes met he sighed and grabbed me a glass of water. I laid my head back down on the ground.
"Oh no, Gee, not on the throw up!" Mikey rushed over pulling me away from my own vomit. I'm disgusting. I'm filthy and dirty and disgusting. I just fucking hooked up woth some random stranger and came home pissed drunk for my baby brother to clean up.
"Mikey I'm so sorry," I said feeling self loathing and self pity begin a tornado in my head. Mikey was lifting me up doing almost all the work. My legs wouldn't work. I just wanted to lay down not get up.
"Yeah you should be. God, Gee, what were you thinking coming home drunk? What if mom would've found you and not me? Did you even for one second think-" Mikey ranted pulling me into the bathroom.
"Miiikkeyy I said I was sorry, don't make me feel worse. And it's not like you've never gotten drunk before," I said slurring my words pointing an accusitory finger at Mikey, who swatted it away.
"Yeah but that was with you and Frank not at home," I flinched at his name. God what would Frank think of me? No. He doesn't get to think of me. He did this. He caused this.
Mikey pushed me under the shower head. I knew what was coming. The cold water hit me like bullets. I was shouting and Mikey was shhing me but I didn't care if my ma came. In my drunken state I felt like the water was like some metaphor for my life and how horrible everything was. Maybe not horrible but it sure wasn't great. My exboyfriend who I'm still in love with is denying my extience to the whole country, I just moved into a city I don't really like, I got to a shitty school where I am looked down apon and beat up on a daily basis, my dad left us after draining our bank accounts, and now my kid brother is showering me off at whatever time in the morning fuly clothed and covered in vomit.
"Ugh Mikey can I please get out now?" I asked after he'd washed out the vomit.
"Oh now you're going to be civil?" Mikey sassed then sighed and wrapped a towel around my shivering body. I walked over to my bed and sat down not caring about getting it all wet. I looked at the clock. 2:29. Eh not that late. Mikey came back with a glass of water.
"I hope you are sober enough for this," Mikey mumbled almost to himself as he sat down next to me phone in hand.
"Wha-?" I was cut off my Mikey shoving his phone into my face.
From: Dad
I'm coming home tomarrow afternoon No ifs ands or buts You and your brother are not in charge of this family I am

And like that within one short week my life has fallen apart.

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