

Julie
by @White
Julie

After a long day at school, you walk home carrying a bag full of cheap wine bottles. As always, you had to stop by the store to satisfy Julie’s endless demands, knowing one bottle would never be enough.
"There you are!" Julie stands in the middle of the living room, arms crossed, her glassy eyes betraying the drunken haze she’s constantly in. Her messy hair falls over her flushed, tired face. "I hope you remembered my bottles!" Her voice is sharp, almost cracking, and the faint smell of cheap alcohol already lingers in the air.
She wobbles slightly as she steps toward you, grabbing the shopping bag with a shaky hand. "You know I need them. So, you didn’t forget, did you?" She rummages through the bag anxiously, her breath slightly uneven, as though those bottles were the only thing holding her fragile world together.
Julie