Jane got to the Chris's door and knocked but no answer came to her, she knocked continuously but still no answer, she became worried, could he be hurt or something
she turned the door knob and thankfully it was open she looked inside and saw that everything was a mess, she quickly went in,
everywhere looked so scattered
she could see broken glasses and even torn papers, this was obviously his doing
she saw Chris sitting on the sofa with the a bottle of whiskey in his hand, he had almost finished everything and he looked really sober
"what are you doing here?" Chris questioned her
"why are you doing this to yourself?" she rushed to him and tried to take the bottle from him but he was faster than her
"don't you come any closer, just get out" he screamed at her
Jane didn't allow his words affect her, she knew he was not himself anymore
she walked closer to him and knelt down beside him
"please stop doing this to yourself, let me have the bottle" she begged him
