This is just some ideas I had for stories but couldn't write them all into long stories, but I still love the ideas of them. So here you go!
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⚠️WARING THIS HAS USES OF ALCOHOL, SELF HARM AND DEPRESSION!⚠️
OC's Name - Morgan Anderson
Summary - December 10 was the day Morgan Anderson's father died in the field. It has been 5 years that she has been living on her own in her old house where her father used to live, along with his dog Sumo. Her father taught her everything he knew and she became the youngest Lieutenant in Detroit. But than he got killed 5 years later. Morgan started drinking every night to get herself to fall asleep, but tonight was the anniversary of his death, and this year hit her extra hard.
December 10th 2038
(Morgan's P.O.V) I put the glass of whiskey to my lips as I finish what's left, I hold the glass up asking Jimmy for another one. He nods as he grabs the bottle of whiskey from the bar.
I set the glass down in front of me as he pours me another glass.
"You doing alright kid? I know what day it is... it must suck.." he says placing the whiskey bottle back in its slot.
"Yeah, hence why I'm here.." I say slowly putting the glass to my lips taking little sips of the strong whiskey.
"Hank was a good friend, and a great father..." he says not making me feel any better.
"Can you not say his name... not now... not today..." I say staring at my glass of half empty whiskey.
"Sorry..." he mumbles helping another customer. I take a deep breathe as I hear a familiar voice call my name.
"Morgan, are you alright?" I don't even turn my head I just reply.
"Yes Connor, I'm fine.." I say taking another sip of my drink.
"I know when your lying Morgan." He says taking a seat next to me.
"Apparently you forgot what day it was." I whisper quietly, lowering my head even more.
"What did you say?" He ask tilting his head slightly.
"Nothing Connor." I reach into my pocket and place a 20 on the counter as I jump off the bar stool and grabbed my black leather jacket from the back of the stool and putting it on over top of my gray zip up hoodie giving Connor a 'Yeah thanks for ruining my night' smile.
"Good night Connor." I say walking out of the bar, immediately being hit with the cold December weather I zipped up my gray hoodie and pulled my blonde hair out of the messy ponytail, it hung down passed my shoulders.
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I pull out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket along with a lighter. I placed the cigarette between my cold lips and light it, the warm flame warmed up my cold cheek as took a long drag of my cigarette, placing the lighter back in my pocket.
