I stumble out of the bar holding what's left of my poison. People shout and insult me. I ignore them as usual. As I collect my thoughts I somehow make my way down the street. Far enough to where the only sound was my own footing. My blurry deceitful eyes try to make sense of where I am. My nose is filled with unfamiliar scents. My lips touch the bottle I so desperately gripped. As I gulped down another swig my mind was flooded with memories of when I had it good. When people were there for me to depend on. What life was like before I washed away the rest of it with...I throw the bottle. I think it hit someone. I started running. I wasn't fast enough. The last thing I remember is red and blue lights...flashing...and flashing...I wake up staring at a stone ceiling. I'm in a holding cell. Understandable. I rub my head and sit up. My headache is unbearable. A police officer opens up the cell door and signals for me to get up. I do. I felt groggy and unbalanced. He questioned me about what happened. I could only answer about half of his questions. From what he told me I'm facing assault charges and more time in a cell. I don't know...could've been something else. I wasn't listening. I was thinking about how much I miss her. Despite the fights and everything we went through. She was such an important part of who I was. My phone still gets calls from her family. I probably should've gone to her funeral instead of crying and drinking alone. The officer gave me a note stating I have court on the 27th of March. Ok. He then allows me to leave and mentions something about a good day. I scan the area. My eyes are squinted and rejecting of the sunlight. I reach into my pocket. $25. "Wonder what bar I'll waste away in tonight." I stumble along the sidewalk of the station, across the streets of people, into the comfort of that friendly place.
