Fang tilted her head back, emptying the last drops of her liquor from her flask. She tossed the useless container aside as she stood on shaky legs to head into her kitchen where more bottles were stored. She thought about why she had been drinking when thoughts of her family and friends came in mind. She had no idea how her life got so off course, but it had, and there was nothing for her to do to stop it. she had lost her will to continue on, she had given up on life, given up on herself.
She grabbed a full bottle from the counter before sinking into the floor and taking a big swig of the burning alcohol. She had reached an all time low, and with no one around to notice, there was no way she'd save herself.
A/N:
I'm 98% sure I've made one of the ultimate sacrifices for being a writer. I've also began to develop a thirst that seems to never be quenched. I have no one to blame but myself for both. I don't know why I'm saying this, but it might be due to the fact that none of you know me in real life. My life may not have, but my mind has hit rock bottom, and its only a matter of time before it becomes the death of me. I'll pick this up when I'm able to, meanwhile, I'll work on something else.