My story

I could smell the vodka entering my lungs, surrounding my body in its evil presence. I held my knees close to my body, and rested my head upon a kneecap. The shattering glass echoed in the background, filling my ears with the calls from hell. Tears ran down the sides of my cheeks, as I tried to hold back from bawling. My whole body began to shake as the fighting between the two I loved …

…avoid that feeling. I sat alone on the bench and stood alone in life. My mind drifted and wondered where and what happened to my hero of a father. I attempted to ask the officer, but as I searched for words the doctor walked in. He took a glance at me, and my head automatically looked at the floor. I was ashamed of everything that had happened. Not happened today, but all of my life.