compare scars

six

He looked down to the pill in his hand, sighing. He quickly put it on the tip of his tongue, and swallowed the large item whole. It felt like swallowing and a rock, a feeling Dan absolutely hated.

But he wouldn't ever not take it. They were responsible for the numb feeling that he felt. It wasn't great. To be numb to the world, all his emotions leveled out. 

It meant the highs weren't as high. But in the flip side it meant the lows weren't as low.

His apartment reflected how he felt. It was mostly empty except for a few pieces of his art on the walls. He had lived in it for almost a year, and yet almost every room contained multiple boxes.

It represented how he felt. How he could never get around to unpacking the boxes.

Bottles of alcohol still laid on the ground, some empty, and some full. It didn't matter though. The alcohol made him forget. Once he had it, for a while he got to forget about the sadness that always loomed over him. For a little while he could be just another normal drunk.

He liked to think that he wasn't an alcoholic. He didn't ever drink in public. And if he did it was just like everybody else. It was only at home Dan would drink straight from the bottles, passing out on the floor.

If even he technically was an alcoholic, he never looked like one. Dan made sure that he hid it well.

After the pill, he took a gulp of cheap wine to wash it down.

He then grabbed his laptop, and the bottle out to the balcony. It wasn't much. In fact it was only about three feet wide, so small that it could barely be considered a balcony. But non the less it was perfect.

Dan sat down cross crossed, laptop in his lap, and started to grade.

It had always bothered him when art teachers gave students bad grades based on their art. For the most part, he planned in giving them all relatively high grades. There were always exceptions, but he felt that as a whole creativity was more of a personal thing.

As he graded he continued taking swigs of the wine, feeling the mixture of the pill and alcohol hit him. His body began to feel lighter, eventually everything felt numb. A God numb though.

The comments he left on pictures got wilder and wilder as the grading session continued.

They started off constructive and professional.

"Love the use of shadows! Maybe use a higher ISO next time on the pic of the record. Overall great work."

But as he went on they got more and more honest, and Dan began speaking the absolute truth.

"Looks like youuuuu took these in five mins, wtf Man U had two hole class daze to work on this??"

And he continued this high grading until all twenty four students had grades in the grade book and comments on their photos.

In the morning he would surely regret it, but at the time he couldn't stop smiling.

Eventually Dan finished off the wine, and opened up a bottle of rum. It didn't take much before he was passed out on the balcony, snoring loudly.

This was him, and he vowed he would never change.

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I need to change the cover, it's absolute shit AHAHAHAHAHA