Book of Many Deaths

Vinny's Sorrow

[Tw: Heavy Drinking???]

He knew he shouldn't. This isn't a way to handle your problems. But he wanted the feelings gone. Vinny's mind raced as he remembered the events, gripping onto the wooden railing to keep his balance on the balcony.

It was a rough week. Losing his job. His girlfriend left him. Most of his friends turned out to have replaced him. Vinny's closest friend that wasn't fake had a severe incident. He downed a bottle of beer.

You wouldn't expect a guy like him to drink but you'd be surprised how much he snuck a bottle when things got complicated. It wasn't healthy but it helped him cope.

That one bottle turned to three. To five. His hands were shaky. God, if he continued, it could probably kill him-

The railing made an odd creak as he leaned on it. He stared at it with confusion, but shrugged it off and slumped onto it again. Man, this hotel was low quality, with all the damp smells and creaking floorboards-

He fell off. It broke. The impact shattered many bones in his body, including his brain. It's unclear when specifically he died, for he could have when he fell from five stories or when he was in the hospital internally bleeding.

Either way, it was just a wait until he hit rock bottom.

(Humor me about that I guess.)