I shouldn't be doing this, and I know I shouldn't. But the bottle feels so comforting on my lips, knowing that soon I'll forget all of this trouble. Soon, I'll be nothing but a butterfly in an empty field, free to fly away. So long as I keep this bottle at my lips. I know there are people out there, people that probably want me to stop. Or, they would. But none of them know, none of them care enough to check. I've had this problem for so long, it's beginning to become part of who I am. It's part of me, part of my soul.

I know it's wrong, I know I'm horrible. I know that I'm a failure. Perhaps that's what leads me to drink more. I know I'm a failure for drinking, so I drink to drown my sorrow. A never ending cycle of pain and misery. I'm forever stuck in this loop of pain or drunkenness. The side effects- Why are they so high for me? Triple what they should be. Every night, passing out or throwing up my evening's pay. I'll be like this until I meet my prince, the one that can save me. The one person who cares enough to check.

The world is spinning, I can see it...Tonight is just like every other. The shitty bar that doesn't limit their drinks, the same assholes from last night and the same assholes I'll see again tomorrow. I take my regular place, like always, and order my first drink of many. But I hear footsteps, big, new footsteps. A man sits next to me. This is a nice change to my routine of madness. I don't bother to look at him, there's no point. He'll leave once he figures out how shitty this place is. Perhaps he's wondering why he's here. Perhaps he's another asshole. I don't allow myself any hope that he's a decent guy.

That is, until he turns to me and speaks words my ears are too far gone to hear. I blink a few times, his voice loud and gruff in my ears. I turn back to the waiter and motion for another drink, pulling another payment out of my old leather wallet and hand it to him. I get my drink, the same as every night. But this time, someone takes the glass before I can get my first sip. The man next to me is staring at me with disapproving eyes, eyes that I'd usually ignore. But I can't, I simply can't, I can't ignore such a beautiful blue hue. I nod my head towards the bartender, and he begins to translate my movements and noises. I can't speak, my mouth is far gone with my ears. He holds out his hand, and I'm no idiot. I know that I've found my prince, my only caring person.