“on three, im kicking it down on three A.L.A…”
no answer
“one”
i brace myself
“two”
not quite ready for what im about to see
“three”
my boot hits the door just below the lock, twice, and its open
darkness
i flip the lightswitch on and glance at the room, its dark, the shades drawn, and unkept, a mess, clothes and bottles all over the floor
but the thing that catches my eye, the poor pitiful sight in the corner
“oh god, A.L.A, what the hell are you doing?”, there is the girl i love, curled up around a bottle
she blearily looks up at me, eyes red and unfocused, then acts as if im not there
anger fills my body, every bit of me wanting to scream, yell, fight, do something
i step over to her and grab the bottle away, spinning and hurling it agaisnt the wall
she screams, and i turn away
i hear the sound of broken glass being moved and glance ovr my shoulder, i see her, huddled over the broken bottle, sucking pieces of glass swallowing, seeking something that was never there, never will be there