Just another story
As I sat in an empty dark depressing bar alone, I ordered another drink.. *Bartender- Sorry nothing is left, you finished all the whisky* *Me- THEN GET ME SOME RUM!* as my shout echoed through the bar like a roar, shouting without lifting my head from being slumped over the table. I hid my face away in my own shadow, as I drank my sorrow in a gulp. The bartender slid the glass over to me. I grabbed it and gazed at it in a way like it now holds everything for me. I took a second to breathe the heaviness in the air before I knocked down that last glass. *The day he died.. I'll never forget what happened. It made a scar so deep in my mind like I have been branded.* *If only.. IF ONLY I WAS STRONGER!! Stronger enough to get over this* Slamming the empty glass in my right hand on the table with a loud thud and shattering the glass into infinite pieces that made it a whole. Tears ran down my face, falling into the open cuts on my blood soaked ...