Behind Closed Doors

Brittany scowled as she applied another curved line of black eyeliner to her intensely blue eyes. She convinced herself to try one more time. She took in a deep breath and applied her liner perfectly. She straightened her long blonde hair which reached the middle of her back. She was wearing a royal blue dress that was too short for school; but the school would never tell her to change. She slipped on her sandals and applied a clear coat of lip gloss. She bounced down the grand staircase to the white marble foyer. Her mother was waiting at the bottom with worry written all over her face. Today was her first day back. “I’ll be fine ma’” Brittany said. Her mother bit down on her bottom lip and with that Brittany kissed her cheek and left.

She searched for her keys in her all white Prada bag as she approached her silver Mercedes. She had to admit she had butterflies; she hadn’t been to a real school in almost three months. She slid onto the black leather seats and sped to school. She let out a slight giggle when she realized her parking spot was still open. After all this time she was still queen bee. She pushed open the doors to her school and was overwhelmed. She quickly made a break for the bathroom. Once she was in the stall she pulled out a small bottle of clear liquid from her bag. Just to take the edge off she thought to herself and she took a swig. It was her first taste in months and she couldn’t get enough. She finished her small bottle but was only slightly buzzed. With her history she would need more than a small bottle to feel it. The bell rang and she quickly got up to go to class. She scurried to homeroom and swung the door open. Every head in the room turned to look at their fallen queen.

She smiled and sat down in a seat next to one of the varsity baseball players, Hunter. He looked her up and down and a smirk grew across his face. She knew he didn’t have a clean record but she liked the idea of him; he was a senior.
“What are ya doing for lunch today?” she whispered.
“You tell me” he responded.
“I’ll meet you at my locker.”
The bell rang and she got up to go to chemistry. She took another bathroom stop to finish a bottle and then proceeded to class. She still couldn’t believe her mom didn’t find her stash in the back of her closet. She faked her way through therapy and was happily back in the halls of her castle. She was finally back in her routine and she looked forward to a bottle after each hour.

She walked to her locker after fourth hour and waited for Hunter. He was cute; tall, green eyes and dark brown hair. His record was anything but clean; she was even surprised he was still on the baseball team. He sauntered over to her and the butterflies she had earlier that morning were back. “Let’s go” He reached down for her hand and they headed out to his black Mustang. They pulled up to his large white house. It looked like a smaller version of the White House, but not by much. She had been in his house before for a few parties but doesn’t remember much. “Is anyone home?” she asked as she entered his house. “Nope” he said with a smirk. She giggled and slipped off her shoes.
She followed him to the kitchen where he was already pouring her a drink. She took it and threw it back. He poured her another but this time he handed her a small yellow pill with it. “Don’t take it now, wait until your sober” he said. She nodded and took her second shot. Hunter glanced at her lips. He poured her another shot and handed it to her. She laughed, “If you want to kiss me, kiss me.” His green eyes grew wide and his cheeks flushed red. He leaned in and kissed her. It’s been three months since she’s been kissed. She savored his kiss even though it tasted of expensive vodka. “We have to go” he whispered to her lips. She let out a sigh and got up to gather her things.
She walked back into school slowly. She knew how to cover up her drinking habits but it had been a while. She grabbed her math book from her locker and went to class. For the sixth time that day, every head turned and stared at her. She knew they knew all about her; but she was okay with that. The two girls in front of her whispered and snickered about her. If she was in the right mind set this wouldn’t bother her; but it did. She grabbed her purse and the bathroom pass. She locked herself in the stall and looked around for the little yellow pill. She pulled out her last bottle. She popped the pill and took the bottle to her lips. She waited for the pill to take effect before she returned to class.
“Brittany? Brittany?” her math teacher called for her in the bathroom. She walked to the last stall. Brittany’s legs were sprawled out of the stall. Her teacher quickly got on her hands and knees and checked her pulse. “Somebody call 9-1-1” she screamed. She pushed open the door and pulled her out of the stall. A crowd started to form around the teacher holding Brittany. The paramedics ran in a stretcher and started chest compressions. The crowd followed them out to the ambulance but they all knew it was too late. “Call it” one of the paramedics said to another. “Time of death 2:35.”