Between The Lines

"Some people fight their demons, I need mine. They make me feel alive."

Life had always been great until that one fateful night. The one night which set him on a course of self destruction. Jail. Drugs. Binge drinking. Anything to forget what he had done, what he had caused because of his own stupid recklessness. It should have been him in those graves, not them. Him. He should have been punished. Except he had been allowed to walk free. Unfortunately the freedom is the furthest thing he thinks that he deserves.