*Giovani*
It was too damn loud.
The clock on the wall continued to tick with every second, reminding me of the continuous passage of time–how much of it I was wasting and how little of it I had left. The old wood of the compound creaked and groaned under the storm outside, the rain pelting against the glass harshly.
There was a flash against the window, illuminating the dark room of my study and then fading away like it had never been there. The bottle clutched tightly in my hand was nearly empty, the liquid lukewarm and refusing to do its damn job.
I took a swig of the bottle, downing the last of it and grimacing at the poor taste. All of the best alcohol from my stash had vanished, leaving me with this piece of shit.