Sinn's POV:
My head hurt.
Scratch that, every single part of my body hurt.
How long had I been here anyway?
An hour? Two hours? Three or more perhaps?
Who cared though?
I took another gulp of the tequila, then another, then another as I drowned my miseries into it.
And I had absolutely no plans to stop until I was completely wasted, too inebriated to remember anything.
Too drunk to remember her.
They said money, alcohol and women- all were intoxications. Toxic intoxications. If you were to become addicted, you wouldn't go back. It was like a whirlpool, once in and can't go out.
The sour taste of the liquid burned my throat, making it's way to my stomach and having little impact on my aching heart.
I wanted to destroy anything and everything in my sight, I wanted to destroy me.
