a vodka bottle is clutched in my hand as i drunkenly walk in a dark alleyway with only minimum lights shining through the narrow short cut.
my vision blurry and every single sound seem to escalates loudly in my ears. my eyes hood as i take another gulp of the apple vodka that i just stole from the corner store a few streets back.
once i know i can't walk any longer, i lean against a brick wall and slide down, hitting the ground with a thud. i look around the alleyway and everything seem to go in slow motion. i lift up my hand with the bottle in it and press it against my lips then figuring out that it's empty. my blood boils and my frustration rise then I throw the bottle. making the glass splatter everywhere.
and before i knew it, i was sobbing harshly with rivers of tears flooding out my eyelids and down my cheeks.
he fucked me all up... all those times i had that blade against my skin, and pills down my throat was all his fault. but really, i'm the cause of his lash outs so it's really all my fault...atleast he got what he deserved at the end.