Emma's POV
It was just like any other night. 5 o'clock in the morning and I stumble into my parents house drunk as ever. I felt as if everything was spinning and I lost my balance several times attempting to walk up the cold wooden stairs. It was in the blink of an eye and I ran right into the small coffee table, causing my mothers glass vase filled with dying daisies to tip over and shatter to pieces.
A sudden flash of lights fills the room and my little brother, Blake, ran over to me.
"Emma what the heck! You're going to wake mom up and you and I both know she will be pissed." He whispered.
I gave him a nice pat and the back and slurred, "Hush little boy."
He bent before me and cleaned up the mess. I felt bad for him.. He saves my ass a lot of the time when I come home intoxicated. I just hope he doesn't end up like me... A fucked up piece of shit.
I feel as if everyone around me has given up on me, but I don't give a damn. This is my life and this is how I am living it.
Blake took my hand in his and guided me up the stairs, trying his best to keep my movements quiet. As he opened my bedroom door I caught a look on his face.. As if he was.. Scared?
I noticed the water in his pale blue eyes adding up and I couldn't help but take him in my arms.
"I'm so sorry." I told him.
That night I realized I am not only destroying myself, I'm destroying the people around me as well.
{Hey guys! This is my first chapter and I am so excited. This will be the first book I have written and I can't wait. I am still working on the cover page and etc, so please be patient! Again thanks so much and don't forget to leave comments on your opinion and what you think!}
