JACK
When Erin walks out the door, it breaks something inside of me. Yet another thing I have managed to destroy. I rest my face inside my palms, breathing in the sweat and cigarettes that permeates my skin. This is why I don’t let people in.
I pick up one of the mics and throw it against the wall. The metal collides with drywall and breaks apart, pieces flying in different directions.
“f**k!” I yell to no one, kicking the chair out from under me and looking around for anything else I can destroy.
There have been a thousand times over the last six years that I wanted to get high. When I think about it, my heart begins to beat rapidly and saliva pools in my mouth, followed by such a deep seeded hate for myself I want to rip off my own skin.
I am tired of fighting it.
Mia was the only
