(Marks POV)
I let him storm out of the house as I just sat on the cold bathroom floor. I shrugged my shoulders knowing he'll come back to me. I look at myself in the mirror as I see dark circles under my eyes from the sleepless nights I'd lie awake. I walk over to the kitchen and pop open another beer bottle. If you couldn't already tell...I live alone. It gets lonely here. That's kinda how my addiction to alcohol started. Just the thoughts of being isolated. Days on end where I would just sit on the floor contemplating. It's a cold, dull environment. I have anger issues. Everyone I meet ends up running away scared...
That's ok
I take my first drink. Half the bottles already gone..."Jack...why did I call him that? I knew his name was Sean" I replay that in my mind. When I finish drinking I like to walk outside and smash the bottle against the wall. So I could lay in the broken pieces of glass and bleed. It's not depression. I just like to bleed. I didn't do that tonight...I was just too tired. I ended up falling asleep on the kitchen floor anyway.
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Good Boy, Bad Boy
FanfictionRead along as Sean, a completely innocent young man meets a tough, tattooed man named Mark. Join the two opposites on there adventure through life, and how they end up getting along wonderfully...or do they? Warning! Contains bad language and mature...
