When he walked in the bar that day, he knew he was not coming back out. He had nothing left to give and nothing left to live for, his girlfriend was stolen from him, he lost his job, and all he had left was fifteen dollars, just enough to forget for a little bit. He heard a rattle in his pocket when he sat down, but he payed it no heed.
"Get me the cheapest thing you have," said Marco.
The bartender put down a cheap drink, with him saying, "That'll be a dollar."
Marco slapped the dollar down, and downed the drink, ordering another one immediately afterwards. Drink after drink, he thought about what lead him here, and he wondered just why his life went down the shitter. As his mind grew fuzzy from the cheap alcohol, he began to look back on today.
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As Marco walked home from his mundane job working as a waiter, he let out a defeated sigh, wondering how he was going to make rent this month. He had lost his job as the restaurant he worked for had to shut down. He just hoped that somehow he would figure out a way. He had to figure out a way.
"Oh, Oskar," Marco heard as he walked through the front door of his apartment. He saw Oskar's shoes near the door, and he knew then that what he feared was true. He began to see red, as he felt his anger coursing through his veins. As he started towards the back bedroom, he heard his beloved Star's giggling, followed by Oskar's laughter.
He opened the door and looked inside the bedroom, and there he saw, in his own bed, Star and Oskar holding each other. Star looked over and the smile on her faced dropped immediately. She quickly pulled up the blanket to her chest and looked up at Marco in horror. Oskar looked over his shoulder and saw Marco, as he covered himself with the blanket. Marco looked at Star, looked at Oskar, and he turned around and walked out the apartment, and on to the street.
He stood on the street, wondering what to do now. He pulled his twenty dollars out his pocket, his sort of severance pay from his former boss. This was all he had left to his name. He hauled a cab and got a ride up to the local bar. He paid the driver five dollars, not even bothering to see what the actual price was. He looked up and saw the neon lights, barely working.
He felt the world around moving around him and his mind was becoming to feel as if there were bubbles in it. Not even the alcohol was enough to make him forget about Star and the mental picture of her and Oskar sprang into his mind. He finished his last shot, and he got up and stumbled into the bathroom of the bar.
Once inside the bar's bathroom, he stumbled to the toilet and lifted up the seat. He began to puke in it, heaving up the alcohol he had just drunk. It burned twice as much coming up as it did going down and his eyes began to sting. He could smell the acrid stench of the vomit in the toilet, causing him to puke again. He finished his last shot, and got up and stumbled into the bathroom of the bar.
Once Marco finally emptied his stomach of its contents, he sat down next to it. He pulled out his wallet and an orange pill bottle. His shaking hands caused him to drop his wallet and out came a picture of Star. He began to sob and pray that what he was about to do wouldn't land him in Hell. He opened the bottle, tilted his head back and poured all of the pills into his mouth. Swallowing all of them, it wasn't long before Marco began to slowly fall asleep. He started to cry, as he saw a white light in the corner of his eye. He looked over, and the last thing he ever saw, was the picture of Star, on the bar's bathroom floor.