Whiskey Lullaby

I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't just seeing things, "Kris..?"

When she spoke, her voice was calm, heavenly, just as I remember "Hi, Tristen.."

I was in utter shock, No, no this can't be right. She's dead. You saw her body in that casket. It's just the alcohol.

I was right, because when my vision cleared, she was gone. I really needed to lay off the drinking.

I let out a loud groan before I made my way downstairs, my mom was sitting on the couch, her head in her hands.

"Hey, mom.. you alright?"

She looked up at me, her nose wrinkling.

Shit. I must've forgotten to brush the alcohol out of my mouth.

"Are you drinking?"

"No.."

"Don't you lie to me."

I could never get away with lying to my mom, she always found out, one way or another.

"Mom.. I'm sorry.."

She stood up, her face turning red, "Don't you dare turn out to be like your father."

My dad drank a lot, only when he was really depressed though. Like when he lost his best friend, he completely went all out. Drinking any alcohol he could find, even the disgusting stuff.

"I won't.. I promise."

She just shook her head and went upstairs. She seemed to be a lot more irritable than she ever was, I guess that's what happens when you start to age and lose everyone that you ever loved.

I plop myself down onto the couch, grabbing the remote off of the coffee table. I flip through the channels with a blank look on my face. Things seemed to be a lot more boring ever since Kristen died. I just didn't find anything as fun anymore, I used to find watching chick flicks and making fun of them hilarious, now it doesn't even phase me.

I used to see the world differently, I saw it as a beautiful thing with people that were so full of life. Of course, that was when Kris was still around, back when I had a reason to believe that everyone was nice to each other. I was so wrong.

What I don't get is how people can be so rude, so cruel to someone that never did anything to them. Kris had her whole life to live, she was going to go to college, help people that needed it. Everyday, I can't help but put myself in Shania's situation, and day after day, I don't see any reason to push someone so sweet to the edge. All Kris wanted to do was help people, she was never the kind of person that would ever hurt anyone. She could put a smile on anyone's face, even if they were a stranger, she just had that kind of smile that was contagious.

I never realized how much that crazy girl meant to me until she left me alone in this world. I miss her each and every day, I loved her, I did. Not as a girlfriend, but as a sister, the only real sister that I ever had, that I could ever want.

I turn the volume down on the tv, my eyes scanning up to her picture on the wall, my voice barely audible, "I'm so sorry I couldn't save you, Kris."

If she could hold on as long as she did, I know that I can too.