Just one more drink. One more lift of the bottle and maybe, just maybe it’ll end. Seven beers in, and it still hadn’t killed me. My damn addiction had distanced me from my dreams and loved ones. I might as well let it kill me too. I lifted the eighth beer into the air. “Here’s to you God!” I chugged half of it and began coughing like my uncle at the cancer ward in Parkersburg. I dropped my bottle on the floor and watched it shatter. I knelt down and began licking the alcoholic puddle just trying to consume every last drop. I dropped to the floor and curled up in a ball of wasted breaths. It was almost over, I could feel it. My eyes began to shut as if I was going to sleep. I could only pray I didn’t wake up this time.
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Terrance, open this door right now!” Shit, I guess it wasn’t my time. My ex-girlfriend Ashley busted through my front door and slid down beside me. I was beginning to black out. My eyes began to open. I moved my left arm up and felt the tug of the IV placed in my arm. “Kenna, Kenna! He’s waking up,” Ashley said, screaming down the hallway. Oh great, mom was here. I couldn’t wait to see her! My mother walked in with two bags of Fritos and my sister followed close behind her with a honey bun.
“Oh thank god you’re okay. What were you thinking,” Mom said. I pointed at the bag of Fritos and nodded my head. Mom threw me the bag and I tore them open, shoving a few in my mouth. “You almost died and that’s all you can do, shovel down chips?” she said. “Well, Mom, once again I failed at something in my life. I was one beer short, and ole helpful Ash ran in and saved my life.” “You should be thanking her. For god sakes you’re only 23 years old and you’re already trying to kill yourself,” she said. I leaned the snack size bag of Fritos into my mouth, collecting every last crumb in the …show more content…
You use to be a good boy, a good man, but somethings changed,” She said as she walked out the door. Ashley followed her out of the room with tears trailing down her rosy cheeks. My sister Emily shook her head and left as well. I opened the fresh bag of Fritos. Oh what an aroma. I threw a few in my mouth and flipped on the television. It was almost midnight, so I switched on Sportscenter to catch the Top 10 plays segment. Some wide receiver from Clemson received number one for some spectacular one handed catch. A male’s voice came from the right of me, “Quite a show you put on there, kid.” I looked over and saw the curtain between my roommate and me. I leaned up and moved the curtain back. An older man, upper sixties I determined at first glance. He was a smaller man, no more than a buck sixty, and had a shiny bald head. “No one told me I had a neighbor,” I said. “Grab a seat over here by me, the nurses won’t mind,” he said. I sat up in my bed and threw my legs over the side. I grabbed my IV stand and stumbled to the chair beside him. “Your name, kid?” he
Terrance, open this door right now!” Shit, I guess it wasn’t my time. My ex-girlfriend Ashley busted through my front door and slid down beside me. I was beginning to black out. My eyes began to open. I moved my left arm up and felt the tug of the IV placed in my arm. “Kenna, Kenna! He’s waking up,” Ashley said, screaming down the hallway. Oh great, mom was here. I couldn’t wait to see her! My mother walked in with two bags of Fritos and my sister followed close behind her with a honey bun.
“Oh thank god you’re okay. What were you thinking,” Mom said. I pointed at the bag of Fritos and nodded my head. Mom threw me the bag and I tore them open, shoving a few in my mouth. “You almost died and that’s all you can do, shovel down chips?” she said. “Well, Mom, once again I failed at something in my life. I was one beer short, and ole helpful Ash ran in and saved my life.” “You should be thanking her. For god sakes you’re only 23 years old and you’re already trying to kill yourself,” she said. I leaned the snack size bag of Fritos into my mouth, collecting every last crumb in the …show more content…
You use to be a good boy, a good man, but somethings changed,” She said as she walked out the door. Ashley followed her out of the room with tears trailing down her rosy cheeks. My sister Emily shook her head and left as well. I opened the fresh bag of Fritos. Oh what an aroma. I threw a few in my mouth and flipped on the television. It was almost midnight, so I switched on Sportscenter to catch the Top 10 plays segment. Some wide receiver from Clemson received number one for some spectacular one handed catch. A male’s voice came from the right of me, “Quite a show you put on there, kid.” I looked over and saw the curtain between my roommate and me. I leaned up and moved the curtain back. An older man, upper sixties I determined at first glance. He was a smaller man, no more than a buck sixty, and had a shiny bald head. “No one told me I had a neighbor,” I said. “Grab a seat over here by me, the nurses won’t mind,” he said. I sat up in my bed and threw my legs over the side. I grabbed my IV stand and stumbled to the chair beside him. “Your name, kid?” he