The floor of the living room was covered in glass and reeked the scent of alcohol, his father outstreched in between the shards of green and the now stained floor, flooded with the brownish liquids his father had consumed the night before. Slowly, walking towards his waking father he helped him up and brushed the specks of glass off him. It was a miracle that even a single shard never pierced his skin to reveal the scarlet hiding beneath. "Morning, my dear boy. Looks like i did it again!" Smiling at the sight of his beloved son. James knew his father meant well, but even after he had lost his mother so long ago it had changed his view on life and brought his pain to the devils drinks. James smiled back as he slowly recalled how things had gotten to this point in his life and the loss of his mother.