I was drunk. Scared. Pissed. And the only thing near me was a blade…
-20 minutes earlier;
"Brett, come on, we're taking shots" Veronica called. I reluctantly walked over to them. Bars weren't my favorite place. They bring back memories of hours spent in the car waiting for dad to come out, drunk. The swervy rides home. Especially the one that claimed my parent's lives. Mom told him not to drive but he insisted he was fine. A dog sprinted across the street and mom grabbed the wheel, swerving the car to avoid it. The ravine swallowed our car, killing them instantly and leaving me alone, scared and bleeding. The ambulances were there immediately. The blood was everywhere; the engine was on fire and they were dead…. "Brett, dude. Come back to planet earth." Veronica snapped her fingers in my face. I shook my head, shaking the memory. I grabbed a shot glass, suddenly wanting very badly to be drunk. I downed it and 5 more after that. Veronica grabbed my arm; "Brett you've had enough…" she said. I don't know if it was the whiskey or the memories but I was suddenly filled with rage. I turned around and my fist caught Veronica's face. She fell on her ass. Ryan and Jacob, my other friends grabbed me, pulling me out of the bar. "Okay Bretagne, maybe you need to think.." one of them said, setting me down. I turned and ran away, stumbling in the snow. 10 minutes later, I was face down on the pavement, cuts lined up my arms and blood all around me on a back road..