Oh this weekend has been unbearable for Constantine. It all started on Friday being his birthday and now it's Mother's Day. The blistering pain welling up inside of him. He's been trying to numb that pain with alcohol. Like he always does when something occurs that he doesn't like. Like all alcoholics all the answers to your problems is at the bottom of a bottle.
He has been called a killer all of his childhood by his own father. Being the reason his mother died and all. That kind of hurtful remark sticks with you your entire life to the point you blame yourself for it. You genuinely begin to believe it. Mother's Day was like pouring salt into the open wound of his birthday. Why did those cursed days have the be so damned near each other-?!
He couldn't dare speak to anyone about these things, he didn't need their sympathy. All he needs are distractions and alcohol.
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Constantine: Our Favorite Jolly Englishman
FanfictionA collection of short stories about everyone's favorite asshole.. John Constantine.
