My tears flow into an empty bottle. The smell of tears and alcohol began to rise. I stood up stumbling over the empty bottles that crowd around my bed. I was trying to get to the sink but I ended up breaking bottles slong the way. I could barely feel a small wound the bottom of my foot. I could only see blood spots on my carpet. Then my head began to spin, along with the rest of the room. I didn't was what was happening. I didn't know what to do. The only thing I knew was that my vodka was running on empty. There was a little bit left but that wouldn't quench my thirst. The room finally slowed to a stop and I knew it wouldn't be long unti I opened another bottle.
