Zian Derrick

Chapter two. Pt. 1

Zacks POV 

I didn't go to school the next day. After I finished the one bottle of vodka I went downstairs again and grabbed the bottle of whiskey that was behind all the mixing ingredients. I went to the couch and drank more and more. After I finished the bottle of whiskey I couldn't stop myself from grabbing the bottle of brandy at the bottom of the cabinet. It was barely full, but I needed more. A higher buzz a better fix. I drank the rest of the brandy and still needed more. I went over to the cabinet. The only thing left was drink mix. 

"No fucking use." I slammed the door shut. I stumbled to the kitchen drawer. I grabbed the old knife I'd had about an hour before 

I took the knife to my wrist and watched all the crimson fall from my muscular body unto the floor. 

"Ahh I don't think I've ever felt better in my life." I breathed a sigh of relief as I laid down on the couch and eventually blanked out.

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Sorry it's short. It's all I have right now and no wifiwhere I'm going