Ethan
I sat on the floor of my kitchen with an empty bottle of whiskey next to me. The alcohol long out of my system and the tens of dancing bodies upstairs long gone. I remembered kicking them out, throwing the DJ's equipment to the floor before I threw a wine bottle against the sliding door causing everyone to scream.
For minutes on end I broke things. I was not even sure how the state of my home looked anymore as I looked to the window above the sink that had a massive crack running through from I was not even sure what. My knuckles were bloody and bruised from punching the wall. My body was so weak I was not sure how I would ever stand.
I felt empty. An emptiness I had never thought possible.
