"For her, the day was ruined. Roxy had spoiled their first Valentine’s Day together and nothing could change that. DeShawn ran the short distance to the kitchen, grabbed the closet bottle of alcohol, and drank it straight up. She needed to feel nothing; instead, the burning liquid of courage ignited her already unstable emotions.
With tears on her face, fury in her heart, and a pair of scissors in her hand, she walked into the closet and grabbed her newly purchased dress.
Without any hesitation, she started to cut the clothing into shreds. For a split second, the disaster that she was causing was calming but, afterwards, she felt even worse. She didn’t even have the money to be buying new clothes and now she was ripping it up.
Everything was such a waste.
The dress. The day. The holiday." -DeShawn (Blue Eyes)