livesonspoilers
Cadet
This is a just a one part story I wrote for all those people who are alone on new years or have lost somone dear to them...
His eyes were wide and alert. His head was spinning and he was barly able to resist the urge to collapse on the floor. He couldn't sleep because then he would dream and his dreams always led back to her. He started to weap, sitting on the floor leaning against the sofa with his left leg bended to support his hand as he held his head down. He couldn't believe that he could hurt this bad. The pain so overwhelming. He looked up andstarted lonsomly at the glass bottle filled with the glorious green liquid that was making him foget his pain. He reached over to the neck of the bottle and shakingly poured him self another shot of Absinth before he grabbed it and glupped it down in a rush. Ignoring the taste it left in his throat as it went down.
No matter how many shots he drank it still wasn't enough he could still see her everything she did in his mind, every word she said it was driving him insane, no one could live like this. Suddenly in the distance his phone started ringing. He just continued to sit wollowing. As the answering machine picked up the call Eric's voice could be heard "Micheal, you can't keep ignoring me you have to face this, drinking isn't going to change anything, everyones worried about please micheal call back" as micheal sat half aware of what he hear he shakily got up and wandered into his hallway, while trying to ignore the little green faries dancing infront of his face tormenting him ,while knocking over a vase and a table before he got to the answering machine and grabbed it ripping the white cord out of the wall, making plaster crumbs tumble to the floor. He then started to go week at the knees as he noticed the photo frame he'd knocked over and broke. As he picked it up and took the photo from out of the broken glass, he helded it to his face before he wept again. Slowly the pain was to much and he slowly fell to the floor clutching the photo until his mind could slowly drifted off in the sleep. He couldn't believe she was gone how could she be dead he thought to himself it just wasn't fair what did she do to deserve this , she was the happest person he'd ever meet, the glow she had made everyone feel alive but right he was dead to the world.
~sarah~I hope everyone in the world has a friend
His eyes were wide and alert. His head was spinning and he was barly able to resist the urge to collapse on the floor. He couldn't sleep because then he would dream and his dreams always led back to her. He started to weap, sitting on the floor leaning against the sofa with his left leg bended to support his hand as he held his head down. He couldn't believe that he could hurt this bad. The pain so overwhelming. He looked up andstarted lonsomly at the glass bottle filled with the glorious green liquid that was making him foget his pain. He reached over to the neck of the bottle and shakingly poured him self another shot of Absinth before he grabbed it and glupped it down in a rush. Ignoring the taste it left in his throat as it went down.
No matter how many shots he drank it still wasn't enough he could still see her everything she did in his mind, every word she said it was driving him insane, no one could live like this. Suddenly in the distance his phone started ringing. He just continued to sit wollowing. As the answering machine picked up the call Eric's voice could be heard "Micheal, you can't keep ignoring me you have to face this, drinking isn't going to change anything, everyones worried about please micheal call back" as micheal sat half aware of what he hear he shakily got up and wandered into his hallway, while trying to ignore the little green faries dancing infront of his face tormenting him ,while knocking over a vase and a table before he got to the answering machine and grabbed it ripping the white cord out of the wall, making plaster crumbs tumble to the floor. He then started to go week at the knees as he noticed the photo frame he'd knocked over and broke. As he picked it up and took the photo from out of the broken glass, he helded it to his face before he wept again. Slowly the pain was to much and he slowly fell to the floor clutching the photo until his mind could slowly drifted off in the sleep. He couldn't believe she was gone how could she be dead he thought to himself it just wasn't fair what did she do to deserve this , she was the happest person he'd ever meet, the glow she had made everyone feel alive but right he was dead to the world.
~sarah~I hope everyone in the world has a friend
