Garden Of Faces

Prolouge

     ~Leif~

I couldn't decide which feeling should be felt more. The betrayel? Or the loneliness? Cause all I knew, was I could deffinitely feel both. No matter how many beers occupy my hand. The pain getting dug ten feet under just to reopen after every hard swallow of sour liquid that settles into my gut. It feels like I've been sitting here for years. But actually it was probably more like 2 hours. A very long two hours of bitter, endless, drinking.

Not even sober enough to flinch when a hand clamps over my shoulder. A firm grip shaking my emotionless body. A face peered beside my cheek.

"It's half past two, Leif. Don't you think you should be heading back home?"Jay faces me. Slight worry creasing into the sides of his face. I smile at him weakly."What home?"

"You know what home- your apartment."His eyes search my drunkin face. A sad frown graced on his two year older than me face. He sighs. " Come on. I think you already had enough to drink. It's time to leave"

"Are you kidding? I haven't even gotten started yet."

"You've had enough, Leif. Please, don't be like this. Y'know this isn't you. "He forces me to look at him. His black shark like eyes boring into mine as one of his hands hold my shoulder in a fatherly squeeze. I let out a sarcastic laugh.

"What isn't? Me drinking my ass off or me disappointing everybody."

"None. No one's disappointed in you, alright. We just got to get you out of here."

"I said no!"I refuse stubbornly. Shrugging off his hand I jerk my shoulder away from him, quickly turning on my stool chair. I give him my back resting my arms onto the bar counter. "Just leave me alone."

"Why? So you can drink down the rest of your sorrows down in alcohol?"

"That's the plan. It's been doing working since I got here, so I don't really plan to stop. If you want me to be honest."I avert his black eyes. Mumbling a muttered 'Thank you' from under my breathe when the bartender knowingly passes me another beer. His eyes staring at me for a second too long before going back to organizing his bottles. He was probably used to people like me. Hell, I bet he sees guys like me three times a day. Or possibly one for every hour.

It didn't matter where you go. There was always at least one sad soul drowning their feelings in a whiskey bottle. As for this bar that guy was me. A red hoodie pulled over my leather black hair. I tip back my head forcing the bottle down my throat. A heavy thick slither of beer burning through my mouth. I slam it back down just as soon as I had lifted it into the air.The back of my hand wiping away the remaining specks of liquor that clung.

Before I inhale a sharply breathing through my nose and slipping my eyes closed. The room beginning to rock. Or maybe it was just me. Or maybe it was just the feeling of my head lazily swaying side to side. My body too heavy and too full of beer to sit up straight. Blurry smudges beginning to cloud my vision.

"You know, you need to stop feeling bad for yourself."Jay appears beside me. As if coming out of thin air he leans against the caramel brown counter next to me. His weight balanced onto one of his elbows."Leif, you need to understand that she's no good for you. And if she ever did really care about you then she wouldn't of left." I chuckle to him lightly. Eyes still closed as my head lolled back.

"Yeah. Yeah that's what I thought too, but then I realized, you know she didn't even really like me, let alone love me."I smile at him sadly. Shrugging nonchalantly I chuckle again. Leaning back lazily. "It's always been Dylan. I was just a prop to help get her his attention and it worked."

"Leif-"He grabs a hold of my shoulder again, but this time I don't fight him. Instead, I fall right into him. My side crashing into his chest lifelessly. Not even able to fight against the simplest of tugs. I laugh again, at nothing.