two weeks ago bellamy told her she was on a one way ticket to being just like their mother, he practically called her aurora. you’re looking for something to hold over me, that’s one way to become just like her. if he thought she was like aurora before, well she’d prove him. self destructing and lashing out were what octavia blake did best. katie was still waiting on her payments for the bail money and octavia had been working every shift she could get her hands on, however instead of the money going towards the rent she needed to make up or the payments she was starting to fall behind in, octavia used the money on anything that could help keep her numb. my life ended the day you were born. once the anger against bell and fox had subsided, the brunette was left with an overwhelming sense of agonizing guilt and sadness. her solution was simple. she couldn’t be swallowed up by her sadness if she didn’t give it the chance. she didn’t have to face bellamy or the things he said that she knew were true if she never gave herself the chance. everything became work. parties. coke. booze. events. men. weed. anything to simply keep her big brother’s voice from haunting her.
phone tucked up against her cheek, she crouches against the brick building in the alley way. after her shit night at work all she wanted was to curl up into her bed and let her haze coax her into a dreamless sleep but after the taxi driver had dropped her off she’d become too unsteady to walk herself up the stairway. how pathetic she’d become. you’re taking your clothes off for money, what’s next? what’s too far for you? octavia wants to scream in the alley way. pound her fists into the pavement or take another line from the men at her event. my life ended the day you were born. anything to make bellamy’s voice disappear. thankfully before she can do more harm to herself the ringing in her ear stops and someone answers the phone. “b-bryyyaan,” she slurs, an unhealthy mixture of drugs and booze coating her tone. “can yo–..ooou come leet-..t me in?”
Bryan had been worrying a lot about Octavia. Ever since that night where it seemed like everything had kinda imploded, he’d noticed that something was off. He’d tried his best to keep an eye on her and do what he could; fixing her food, giving her cuddles, staying by her side when she needed him. He didn’t want to push and ask what was going on, he trusted that she would tell him, or at least he hoped that she would tell him when she needed to. But the worry was a constant, and he just wanted things to be okay again, he wanted Octavia to be okay, and happy.
He’d been sitting at his desk, tapping his pen against the notepad in front of him and staring off into space, when suddenly his phone was ringing and he jumped. Octavia’s ringtone. He’d put it special, so that even if his phone was on silent, her calls would come through no matter what. Grabbing the phone, he hit the button to answer it and quickly put it to his ear. When he heard Octavia’s slurs, his heart sank into his stomach and the worry hit even harder. “’Tavia? Are you alright? Where are you at?” He asked, already up and grabbing a jacket as he headed out of the doorway.
Outside, he assumed of course, but he still wanted her to tell him. He was quick to scramble out and into the elevator, jabbing at the buttons as if that would make it get him to the ground floor faster so that he could get to his roommate. “I’m on my way, O,” He stated gently, “Just tell me where you are.”
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