'We regret to inform you that Michael Y/L/N has passed away as of the 6th of April, 2014. The cause of death was a bullet wound to the head, the shot having taken place in a bar brawl two days prior to the actual passing. The patient was immediately rushed to a hospital, but died while in intensive care, due to uncontrollable amounts of internal bleeding in the skull.
With sympathy,
West Hills Hospital.'
The coffee mug you held in your right-hand fell to the ground, boiling liquid and shards of ceramic going everywhere. You barely noticed, not even registering that the letter you held in your left hand was being crushed in your white-knuckled grasp.
Two days ago, you had received the worst news of your life. Your brother, Michael, was in the hospital with a bullet lodged in his brain, fired from the pistol of some drunkard that had attacked a bar.
Nurses, doctors, even your mother had gently reminded you that there was only a one in a million chance that he would make it, but you'd ignored them all, unable to imagine the world without your older brother. He'd always been there to pick you up and help you out, always constant. Now, with him gone, it was like your entire life's foundation had been ripped out from underneath you.
Your whole mind was screaming out in pain, your entire body shaking. Letting out a whimper, you fell to your knees, crawling towards the bottom cabinet of your kitchen, where you hid a secret supply of alcohol, which you normally saved for your worst days.
This was 10 000 times worse than any of those. Tugging the handle, you pulled out an almost full bottle of vodka, the only thing you deemed strong enough to numb the absolute agony that was tearing your mind to shreds.
One sip. You felt the warm liquid slide down your throat, coughing at the strong, foul taste.
Two mouthfuls. A fog began to creep in over your thoughts, blurring the edges of reality.
Three gulps. The pain began to numb, making you feel detached, separate.
Four-fifths of the bottle. Finally, you stopped thinking, giving way completely to the darkness that lurked in the deepest crevices of your mind.
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Hi everyone!
For anyone that's already been reading: I'm updating some of the chapters that have already been published and adding pieces of information to help the plot flow. I'd recommend reading the updated chapters I post, as some changes might be confusing otherwise.
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