Drinking.

Her breath shows as a lite fog in the below-freezing air, her breath smelling of the sweet whiskey as her hand goes limp, making the almost empty bottle shatter on the concrete. The girl shakes her head slowly and rolls her head to the left, then right, trying to focus clearly on the figure slowly walking towards her. Suddenly, her mind is filled with blood stained images and broken angry faces as the figure steps in front of her, screaming,"Wake up, girl! Your demons shouldn't be where you are!" A shallow smile is drawn upon her face as she leans against the man, pressing her shivering body against his heavy coat. The man stumbles back slightly before embracing her and dragging her to the brick wall and lets her slide down, sitting her onto the barren sidewalk. He glances around before slipping his coat off and onto her. He sits beside her and kisses the side of her bruised face, whispering,"Please, realize what he's doing to you before it's too late.." The girl slowly snuggles into him and rests her head onto his lap, sleeping soundly. The boy places his hand on her shoulder and leans his head back against the wall, watching out for her demons.