Drinking Problems and Lost memories
Skye supposed she may have had a bit of a drinking problem.From the time she was fourteen or so, she started drinking.
She was just so sad all the time. She would cry until she was exhausted, her face and eyes always red, tears a constant on her face. Why didn't they love her? Why did they always go away?
She was left with a deep pit in her that never went away. After she met Miles, she was able to make herself a fake I.D. Not that she needed one. Her eyes were much older than those of a teenagers.
Nothing, except maybe her parents, would fill the void inside her. But alcohal meant that she could ignore it. She cried, for the first time out of happiness, the first time she was drunk.
She didn't care. She didn't care about how sad she was, or how her parents didn't love her any more. She was free of her sadness with vodka. It only made sense that she would continue to drink it.
Her parents kept a bank account open for her to buy groceries and other stuff so she was never short for money. The money that should have gone for her dinner, went to vodka. The money for her school supplies went to pot and later on, ecstasy.
Her "friends" were just like minded people who wanted to forget their problems. She became something of an idol in her neighbourhood.
It was one of those upper middle class suburbs, where the girls tan until they die of cancer, guys are douches who don't know what no means, kids bug their parents for a car, even though they don't need it. If she had to sum it up, she'd say it was the classic popular group in every bad teen, high school movie.
Skye completely stuck out for not being white or blonde. She loved it.
Eventually the other fuck ups who didn't fit into the god awful social circle joined her in her house, where there were no parents to reprimand you, and got shit faced. Then the other hackers from the Rising Tide started coming over and drinking with her.
Her house was one of the unofficial bases of the Rising Tide. Skye loved that her spy parents house was being used to help take down said spy agency.
As she got older, her alchohal tolerance got higher, much to her dismay. So she bought more and more, just to get drunk. Eventually she couldn't get drunk at all. She still drank though. It kept the emptiness at bay. It wasn't the same as it being completely gone, but it was better than nothing.
Her days were filled with hacking, her nights with vodka and pot.
When Fury came and told her that her dad had died, the pit in her felt a bit smaller. She started drinking less and got actual friends instead of people who just wanted her booze. If her dad was dead, it meant he wasn't delibrately ignoring her anymore. She was finally beginning to move past what he did to her. Yes her mother still hated her and avoided her like the plague, something she would never really get over without help from either a proffesional or her mother, but it was all a bit more bearable now that her father was dead, like he deserved to be.
The first year Skye was on her own was a good one. When she smoked it was for fun with friends, not to hide pain. She was a prominent member of the Rising Tide, and was a favourite to be the next leader.
She kept her past to herself, deleting her history had proved very useful. She didn't want to be the angry drunk person that Skye Coulson was. That girl had parents who were either dead or didn't care. That girl was drunk all the time, had no real friends and didn't care about anyone or anything.
The girl she was now, well she was just Skye, no last name. She's an orphan, born in China, looking for her birth parents. Skye is happy. Something she hasn't been since she was twelve.
It of course, goes to shit. She finds out her father is alive during a hack to S.H.I.E.L.D. Her father is still alive and still out there ignoring her. All the good she's accomplished in the last year, cutting back on her drinking, her friends, caring about things.
She left the Rising Tide. She didn't know why, she just knew she couldn't stay anymore. Her van was the only thing she kept.
She travelled around America, trying to destroy S.H.I.E.L.D. independently.
She screamed when she found out about the team her father put together with her mother. So they were able to be with each other but not her. She doesn't remember the week that followed after that.
After waking up with a hangover that she considered going to the hospital with, and a week full of lost memories, she decided it was enough. SHe let her parents rule her life for too long and she wasn't going to put up with it.
She took up Yoga and training again. She drank more daily than she did last year, but less than before her father died. It wasn't great, but it was manageable. She could cope.
She started attacking S.H.I.E.L.D. with even more force than before, trying with everything in her to take the place down. Yes, Fury would be pissed at her when he found out, but she wasn't going to let that stop her.
It was six months in to her second year alone that she started getting sloppy. Small stuff, but it built over time, until she wasn't hiding her location at all. That's how S.H.I.E.L.D. found her.
Skye thought about all this as she downed the vodka. FitzSimmons had left, leaving her to her drinking. "Maybe" she thought, "with them here, I'll get closure. Who knows?"
Not wanting to think anymore, she drank some more.