Sanity

by Takado12

Remember when Brian and Stewie were in the vault? Well, Brian promised Stewie that he would be around for years to come but can he keep his promise? Will Brian ever find true happiness? And can Stewie save his best friend before its too late? Again, sorry for the crappy summary but I suck ass at them, there will be slash later and please read

1. Chapter 1 The Haze

Sanity

Chapter 1- The haze

Brian's POV

Another dry martini, Horace gave me a look but obliged, each and every one drives away my dark thoughts and I feel at ease. Around 2 AM he cuts me off and I leave, following the usual pattern, I take out my car keys and lock my doors, walking home. What am I doing with my life? Huh, seems no matter how drunk I am the question still needs to answered, I wish I could. I turn right, going through the park like I usually do and sit on the bench nearby; I hold my head in my hands and just think. I think about the question, what am I doing with my life?

The answer is absolutely nothing, I'm not famous or raising a family, I'm not married so what am I doing? Why do I continue to live and exist? What is my life worth? How in the hell is it that I live while some helpless child dies from cancer? I feel the tears welling up in my eyes, I try to hold them back but they spill over anyway. When did I become so weak? Even more questions and yet I still have no answers, will I ever? I don't know that's the only answer I can come up with at the moment. The tears still fall, no matter how much I try to stop them so I stopped trying, I cried for nothing, but it sure as hell made me feel better. I started thinking about that gun I owned, one bullet would be all it takes, one bullet and it would all be over, one bullet and I wouldn't suffer… but I can't, I promised Stewie and I don't break my promises.

My mind suddenly shifted gears; Stewie wouldn't want me to be miserable, would he? Knowing that me being happy was impossible, is this his way of torturing me? Feelings of anger washed over me and I suddenly became very pissed off, I got up on shaky legs took out my flask and started pacing. How dare he do this to me?! Who the fuck do he think he is to do this to me?! I punched the nearest tree, over and over and over again until my knuckles bled, I fell to my knees defeated, I took another swig from my flask and started to walk home. I finally stood in front of the red door of my home. I take a deep breath, I wiped my remaining tears and opened the door; I walk into the kitchen to fix myself another dry martini when the kitchen light turned on. The light blinded me for a second but my eyes readjusted and I saw the little bastard Stewie.