Evangiline

Chapter Thirtytwo- Drunk

I was way too drunk to fight back or even care. When he grabbed my loose arms, I slumped down against the brick wall and laughed. It was hilarious, a hobo fighting me. I imagined people watching us and laughed harder.

Then his dirty hands dug into the pocket of my jeans and I wiggled away, but not fast enough. It was all blurry but I could see the green wad of paper that that he pulled from my wallet.

"Hey!" I slurred and pointed at him.

Ignoring my yell, he ran off. I couldn't run after him, hell I couldn't even walk.

I sat there under the dim light and cried, about loosing Evangiline and my dad in the same day, about my screwed up life, and about, well, everything.

"Evangiline!" I cried into the night like the desperate bastard that I was.

Only the silence of the night answered me. I was alone- more than ever, now.

I cried harder succumbed in the blackness. I was alone.

I wanted to go to the hospital again, but something stopped me. Instead, I gave up.