Her Dying Fate

Drowning Sorrows

I had never taken to drowning my sorrows but something in me had surrendered to the toxic healing method. So here I was sitting in a bar, actively chasing the pain away with multiple shots of an unknown liquor.

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Usually spring nights were warm, yet for some reason the air felt cool on my skin, causing chills to run down my spin as I made my way out of the wooden bar doors.

I was hit with the outside air, it's force pushing me into which ever direction it flowed, taking me down a collection of paths, until I was aimlessly wondering in the midst of hidden alleys.

Amongst the pointless directions I had taken, I was met with a yellow tape that seem to illuminate in the darkness of the night. Its surface covered in the words "crime scene".

As my eyes wondered over the scene before me, I could almost still see the red ink that stain the ground beneath my feet. Depict the blur that painted over my sight, I knew exactly where I was. Imprinted in mind, it was impossible to forget, even in my drunken state, I could clearly envision the scene that had haunted my dreams, without fault.

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Stumbling as I reach down to touch the ground, in an attempt to clear my doubts.

I had drowned my sorrows with too much liquor that once the blood had rushed to my head so did the urge to clear out my stomach. 

But before I was able to, a voice called out, making me admittedly freeze in place. 

"What are you doing here?" the males voice echoed in the dime alley. 

I heard quick foot steps before I saw two feet in front me. 

"You shouldn't be here" The spoke again, but just as I was about to answer the odd feeling returned. 

Before I knew it, not only the evident marks on the floor but also the shoes that belonged to the man were covered, in a mix of browns, with an unpleasant smell. "argh!" the man screeched unimpressed with the new coat that now covered his shoes. 

It wasn't until I looked up, to apologise that I realised who the man was.