Random adventures of objects

Part 6- Bookshelf

Bookshelf covered his face, lying on the stone floor, groaning. He took a book out of himself, shoving it back in angrily. "Why can't I ever do anything right? All I do is hold stories.." His orange eyes somehow floating on no where quickly shut when he broke a wine bottle in his hand. He opened another bottle of beer, trying to drink the pain away. A little later, most of the bottles were empty. He shakily got up, struggling to stay steady and conscious. He wobbled to his car, before abruptly falling over, passed out.