Chapter One
- things happen but we don't really know why
"Live life and learn to love it!" said Shawn as he gulped down another alcohol filled glass. "Good ol' Jack Daniels," he thought. He knew his life wasn't exactly perfect, that's why he was sat in a bar drinking away his sorrows even though he knew it had no way of helping. However he had learned to accept things.
The bar seemed to become more and more empty as the night progressed, but Shawn was determined he was not going to leave until he was either thrown out or he passed out.
Shawn made his way through the crowds of people and finally arrived at the bathroom just in time before his bladder burst. After he had finished his business he made his way over to the sink and turned on the cold tap. He stood swirling the water round and round with his finger while thinking over the mistakes he had made. Obviously not the most appropriate scene to do so, but it wasn't as if he actually cared, his life was already destroyed by one bad mistake followed by another and eventually it would all just come to an end before he even had the chance to do what he really wanted. Sure he'd had a successful career, but it shouldn't have been over already. If only he hadn't hit that casket during his match with Mark then everything would be fine. He would still have a career, he would have been loved by millions. He wouldn't have been forgotten, and he wouldn't have been so torn up with pain that he turned to drugs for help. Now what did he have? Nothing but a life filled with regrets and mistakes. He had also lost the most important thing, his best friend. Somewhere deep down he knew Hunter was only trying to help but he didn't want help, all he wanted was security from the fact that knowing someone who he could trust would be there for him. Now he had no one. And he knew it was all his fault.
"Maybe it will get better," Shawn thought to himself. "But then again, maybe not."
Shawn clasped his hands together as he collected the water from the tap. He splashed it over his face and dried himself off with a towel. As he lifted his head he spotted a man, a man that could ruin anything he touched and destroy anything that was given to him. Shawn threw a heavy fist at the mirror in front of him causing it to shatter into a thousand pieces. The man could no longer be seen, but all Shawn had to do was look into another mirror and he would appear. He never did like looking at his reflection anyway. He put his blood stained hands over his head tightly grasping at his hair. "This wasn't supposed to happen."