Rhymes and riddles were starting to participate in her speech again. She hadn't known the purpose of it. Was she really losing her head again or had the insanity always been there. Cause clearly stabbing people and jumping out of windows wasn't the sanest thing to do. She had been drowning down the rabbit hole for awhile now, and just because some days were better then others didn't mean she was healthy. She tried to remember the last time she had been sane. Or maybe it never existed and she was born with this illness.
Either way, Spike seemed to be less hurtful to her and more on the same plane. She could tell he had been here for awhile now. And like so many others he was trying to replace his emptiness with alcohol. It wouldn't change anything in the end, but it didn't hurt to try. She understood the feeling all too well and was doing her best to change that. Even if it was hopeless.
"I think I liked you better when you were trying to kill me." Violence also helped solved problems. She'd admit she started a few brawls just to feel alive again without having to resort to cheap alcohol. But tonight she was too exhausted for a confrontation. So, Jack Daniels was her primary substitute. She combed her fingers through her hair pulling at the roots. "I can't get any work done with all these people yelling." The bar was kind of rowdy, but she hadn't been referring to them. "Stop kiddies. Mommi can't think with all this screaming."
There was silence again, which loosened the fingers around her hair. She still felt like shit though, and would much prefer to be dead then having to live with this agony anymore. "Why are you hear Spike?," she spoke lowly.