Dear María

Two days later I was allowed to leave the hospital, after basically trying to choke out the remaining water out of my lungs. I hoped that my thing didn’t get to the news. I didn’t really feel like dealing with hundreds of interviews about the same topic. And, if it did, I begged for only being retransmitted in Spain.
I stayed at home most of the day and basically slept and tried not to think about anything too triggering. I didn’t succeed and I normally found myself lying on the bathroom floor deciding whether or not I should get up and get the blade, but instead I was just lying there doing nothing but stare at the ceiling. After a week of pacing around my house and doing nothing I decided to go out and party with Ruben. I picked up an outfit and walked to where the party was.
There was this party at some guy’s house near the forest, I heard the house was huge and there was a pool and everything, so why not. When we got there the party was on full blast and the music was turned to the highest volume. There were drunk people everywhere and some people smoking pot in the garden or at the front porch. I stepped inside and lost Ruben beside me as soon as I took a few steps inside and headed to the tables where there were still a few cups of beer left. I grabbed one and went to the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of vodka, I had Jack Daniel’s in my backpack, but anyways.
“Look who we’ve got here” someone said behind me.
I felt two arms around me and pull me closer to his body and I felt like when I was an innocent-but-not-so-innocent teenager for a second, partying and getting wasted and feeling safe in his arms. However, that feeling didn’t even last a second and soon it vanished and left me shaking and turning around slowly in fear. Mikel. Oh, god, not here, not now, please. I acted like nothing was wrong, taking a sip of my cup so I could get the alcohol in my system quicker and hopefully forget about this and have a good time.
“I didn’t expect you here either” I tried to control my voice, succeeding.
“Aren’t you scared?” he said being serious for a second and then flashing me his dark, violent eyes. I chuckled, feeling the alcohol starting to take me.
“I’m half drunk, numb from being in hospital for three days and I have some bruises that are healing, making me feel half anethetized half of the time” I tried to explain calmly.
Act cool, that way maybe he won’t attack you.
“Really?” he raised an eyebrow and I nodded, feeling the alcohol going to my brain.
He suddenly grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the house. I kept drinking all the way until my drunk state recognized a palace in the forest which I knew perfectly well. It was the place he first beat me up in. There were tree logs piled up forming a semi circle around us and, even on my drunk state I managed to turn quickly, kick him right in the balls and sprint out.
I felt him run after me, but let’s face it, sometimes Stella got a bit bitchy and ran off when I tried to put on her head stall, so I had to run after her. If I could run after her, I could surely run faster than him, or was I wrong? I had to considder the fact I was drunk and I was wearing heels, but I continued running.
I ran all over town, taking a sip of my now empty cup and the bottle of vodka, laughing hysterically for no reason. I stopped when I noticed nobody was running after me and I did a full 360° spin just to find myself alone in the middle of the forest, having no idea where I was. Fucking fantastic.
I walked a bit more until I got to, where I thought was Empúries’ beach (Empúries is tiny village right next to L’Escala) drinking every now and then. I put myself in front of a paved path, when I drank a bit more and my vision started to blur and I saw a white flash in front of me.
Something threw itself on top of me, pulling me out of the way of a small blue train with normal car wheels, which drove away.
After that I heard nothing and soon I didn’t see anything either.

Notes

One small note: if you know someone who is capable of running whilst wearing heels, just so know, that person should be feared.

Sorry it took me a bit to right this! I had a rough day and I kind of relapsed...
*coughs* thanks mom *coughs*
Anyway, leave your thought in the comments, and just so you know, soon the story will change a bit, if it is good or bad, I leave it for you to figure it out ;)
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(I didn't put any trigger warning because I thought it wasn't triggering, but I'm sorry if it triggered anyone)

Title credit: Off To The Races by Lana del Rey.