“You’ll drink yourself to death!” Was all your friends were saying to you. Ever since
Sid died due to his own stupidity, you were not yourself.
Booze was all
you were dreaming of. Because every time you were not drinking, you saw his
face. Sid and you made a good team before everything started falling apart. And
now you could only sleep or simply live through every single day under the
influence of alcohol on your unstable mind.
Ever since he
had meet Fish, you were thrown to the side, as if you were nothing. And when he
had been said to come and cover her up, he agreed to this suicide mission even
though he knew it was one.
You told him to
not come. You begged and lied and cheated with locks trying to stop him from
going, but all of your actions were in vain. He left you and you worst
nightmare came true. You were left alone and broken.
You had no one but
him before and you didn’t have him now.
And you had to
live with this.
Because you had
to be strong or you would end up just like him.
And if booze was
everything you needed to help you holding on – than okay, so be it.
August’s eyes jerked open at the sound of someone’s voice, a quick glance around the area told him he fell asleep on the shore of the lake. It had been a little after twelve o’clock when he came here and he most likely spent the entire day baking in the sun. Grimacing, August sat up and turned his attention the person standing next to him, “Can I help you?” He yawned, attempting to push himself up before falling back onto his ass. “You interrupted my beauty sleep, and I need a lot of that, y’know.”