"Fuck!"
"Fuck!"
"Fuck!"
Of all the days to fuck up, he had to do it today. He could still see the disappointed look on his brother's face when he saw him lying on the floor, drowning in his misery.
What a loser!
"What have I done?" He stared at his disheveled self, red eyes, and sorry state. "Way to go, Dale." Mocking himself for his damn decisions and stupidity.
He smelled like a stinking skunk as alcohol reeked out of his dried sweat. But that was not the worst of all. It was the dead look in his eyes that he hated the most.
He looked defeated. It was as if his grief sucked the life out of his body. In that brief second, he saw the young boy who used to get bullied staring back at him.
He was once again weak and pathetic.
"Fuck, Dale." He had sworn never to revert to his old ways. But here he was, giving up on the first sign of hardship.
