A new chapter???? I'm going to actually work on something I write? Preposterous! Oh, well. Chappie 2. Cuz I'm that weird. Review. Por Favor.
Shadow staggered though an alley. He was drunk. Again. His vision was blurred with tears when he parked his car, and it got towed. So, here he was, using the same method to get away from his problems that was used to get in them. He coughed, lunged forward, and what could only be describe as liquid fire spewed from his mouth onto the pavement. He wiped his mouth off and continued forward.
Somehow, after about two hours, he managed to get back to his apartment with minimal injury. A few scrapes from falls, scratches, that sort of thing. He got almost no sleep that night, as he constantly had to run to the bathroom to throw up in agony.
The next morning, at around eleven o'clock he woke up completely wasted. Shadow took about three Advil, and then groaned as he forced himself out of bed and into the shower. Unfortunately, the rotten smell of puke still lingered in the room. After nearly gagging, Shadow almost got used to the stench. As he left the bathroom, he flicked on the fan. He put on his normal shoes and bands, and sat down in a chair in front of the T.V. He was about to push power on the remote, but then decided against it.
It had been nearly a month since the incident at the party, and still he was still public enemy number one, so to speak. He had been moping around all of this time, but his memories came back to haunt him in that moment. Then he remembered who he was. Shadow the Hedgehog: The ultimate life form. That title was just about the only thing he let anyone know about himself, and now he was reduced to this. A depressed drunk doing nothing about his problems. Although His head gave a nasty protest, Shadow stood up quickly and decided he would make this right. He just had one problem: getting help.
Another short chapter, but sue me. I'm just not really good at stretching them out. So bear with me. Just gimmie time, if you mind.