Round and Round

by EnchantedRealmsFiction

In the morning, the cycle begins over again. Rated for implied substance abuse.

He raised tired eyes to the bathroom mirror and stared at the face gazing back at him

He raised tired eyes to the bathroom mirror and stared at the face gazing back at him. Pale, watery blue eyes greeted him. Lines and wrinkles marred his features, making him look older than his years of twenty-five.

Today, like every day, would begin the same old cycle all over again. He was already on his feet. It was just the start. He would try to go to work, but he would not be able to put the bottle of vodka down long enough to get that far. Once the vodka was gone, he would hit the rum and drink himself back into oblivion. The nasty circle of abuse would spin round and round, making his life hell.

It was a hell he no longer wanted to escape.