With a swift movement, i unscrewed the cap off the bottle. I fell to the ground with a metallic sound, and i winced. My eyes looked around the living room carefully, making sure no one in the house had waken up. My body had froze, but now i relaxed as no sound came from the top floor. I grabbed the stranded bottle cap, then the bottle itself, and swiftly went up the stairs, and back into my room. I quickly screwed the cap back on, then opened my window as widely as i dared. The night was dense, and i couldnt see for more than a meter in front of me. But i knew my vision would improve on the roof. Throwing my leg over the side of the window, i hold out my hand, and finally grab onto the tree's branch. With the bottle still in my other hand, i heave myself up, and nimbly climb up the tree. Wehn i'm finally sitting on the roof, i sigh and smile, taking in the moist spring air with my eyes closed. My hands easily unscrew the cap of the bottle, and i tilt it back as i take a gulp, and with months of practice, drink it straight. I settle down, turning the cap in my hand. I knew i wasnt supposed to do this, but everyone knew that, when you started, you couldnt stop. I pushed the thought out of my head, shaking strands of bleached blond hair from my face. I took another swig from the bottle, and took out my phone, my brown eyes searching for a message, but there was none. I painfully took another swig, wishing that she'd answer. Which, of course, would never happen. I circle the top of the bottle with my finger, tracing the designs set in the glass. The alcohol settling in my stomach, i take my phone, and with a small bite of my lip, dial her number.
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