A/N: Title intentionally uncapitalized.
doesn't matter
It doesn't matter.
That's what I keep telling myself as I fall further and further into the glass bottle in my hands. As the sun slips below the horizon. As my phone goes crazy inside my belt pocket.
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter that Leo was hanging out with her while we were fighting with our backs to a wall.
It doesn't matter that Donnie got tossed around like a rag doll.
It doesn't matter that Mike's head could've split open when his face slammed into the concrete.
It doesn't matter that I put my team - my brothers - in danger.
It doesn't matter.
Nothing matters except that I need to not think about anything.
So I down the rest of the cheap beer, not even flinching as it burns my throat again. Then I reach for another bottle and crack it open, pressing it to my lips.
It doesn't matter.