Empty Bottles

Most of my days were spent in mental agony. I would pace back and forth, checking my phone, wondering if he was coming home or if he was even alive.  There were times when he wouldn’t come home and I would find him unconscious in his truck, holding empty bottles of... read more

The Undying Villian(Angst & Sorrow)

I got a call one morning from my friend and she asked me how I was doing. It was unusual, to have this kind of small talk, it wasn’t the way we would normally communicate over the phone. I could tell her tone was different and her words were rather faulting. I continued to press, to ask her how she was and what was wrong…

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