Just Another Mafia Story [Completed!]

Chapter#63 "Hello Brother"

The weather was grim, I was sitting near the window watching the rainfall, it was raining like cats and dogs,

I was a little upset, a little worried and a little lost, its been a week since his death and I am scared,

No matter how strong I act like, no matter how I wake up in the morning, I am alone in the end and to tell you the truth it kills me, I miss him alright, I miss him because he was the only one I had, now he is gone.

I can't move past it, I am stuck, I want to get out but I can't because I have to accept the fact that he is no more, I have to live with this bitter reality, whenever I think of him,

Memory starts to flood of my past, my mind is filled again with the past memories of how I lost my mother and it hurts way too much...

I was really young when it happened, I don't exactly know what happened, I just know what people told me, what Jean told me, and I didn't bother finding out about the sad tragedy, the news was enough to make me shiver and I went on with it.

Now he is gone and I am alone, I could hear the raindrops against the crystal windows, that calm, soothing sound of rain is pleasure to my ears, my mind is moving like a disco ball right now and I'm dancing in its light, I want to sit and relax but my mind has some other plans.

I have ordered 3 or 4 shots, I am gonna order for 5 more because I want to get drunk as hell, it will help me soothe my pain and my suffering, everything...

life is a bitch to me from the very start and I want to punish it, for its cruelty, for its Evil ways of torturing me, I have had enough with life's silly games and I am done playing. This time its war...

I got up and went to the Bartender again, he was giving me a look of amazement, mocking me, I was getting furious, how dare he, does he even know who I am, asshole,

I can get him fired and I also can ruin him but I won't, he is not my enemy.

"prepare some more will you..." I ordered in frustration, I was rubbing my temples, the headache was emerging, and I wanted to kill someone but who? Jerk made a face again to me, 

  "do you have a problem with me doofus", I barked,

"Um no sir", he hesitated and offered me my drinks, Jackass...

I can pound him in one go, I straightened my shirt and fixed my hair a bit, it was messy...

After giving him a look or two, I went back to my seat and silently started sipping my drink,

Look at yourself,  "wait what! Who said that", I searched sideways, I felt as if someone talked to me, maybe someone did, 

"who is this? show yourself", the guy at the bar gave me a look, 

  it's me brother, "Jean, how is that even possible, you! you are dead", I said eyeing my surroundings, no one was there yet I felt his presence, the bartender observed my madness from his place as he cleaned his glass with a cloth,

I am but still, I can haunt you, can't I, I heard a small chuckle, I'm just getting insane or maybe I am just drunk, I am hearing voices of my dead brother, 

  Stop freaking out, you are scaring the bartender and you are getting dirty, 

Shit! I am still hearing him speak, what is wrong with me maybe I am traumatized, I should see a doctor,

  or maybe a therapist,

 get out of my f****** mind, I muttered in my head as I shook it violently as if to pour him out like clogged water after a swim,