A/N: Yo. Kind of odd, that last chapter. I wrote that during school and had to make sure that no one was looking over my shoulder when I wrote it. Oo''. Anyway, thanks for the review Enjuru! You'll just have to see the ending for yourself, which should be up pretty soon. Three more chapters after this for sure! I don't know when I can update, since I'm busy with school and about five other fanfics.

The song for this week comes from the lovely country song, Whiskey Lullaby. I adore this song so. At first I wasn't going to use it, but something told me I had to and it worked out just fine. It's sung by Brad Paisely and Allisoun Krause.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. These things make author's loose all their dignity...

Chapter Six: Whiskey Lullaby

What have I done?

What in the name of Ra have I done?

Lifting the mouth of the bottle to my lips I can feel the liquid run down my throat and it makes my blood run red hot. At my side was another bottle and a few more, only one was empty.

It was only when my hikari had stopped breathing that I had snapped to my senses. It was only then I was truly aware of his body beneath me, covered with wounds inflicted everywhere from me and the rocks, all getting infected with salt. His lavender eyes were shut and his chest had gotten very still.

I was afraid.

Is it possible for darkness to be afraid?

Since I could still feel a pulse I breathed air into his lungs until his chest began to move up and down. Panicking, I covered the boy as quickly as I could and ran as fast as I could to the nearest hospital.

After leaving the proper information and made sure he got help, I left. Isis would take care of him.

Everything else was a blur. I just found myself in this alleyway. Alone with whiskey as my only companion, and even it seemed to mock me.

I hate the way it makes my blood boil. It hurts too much.

I hate it when it slowly begins to overtake me, calming me. I thought I had too many pains for that to happen.

I hate it so much because I can't stop drinking it.

But this burning alcohol with help me. I know it will. It will soothe my mind and I can forget everything.

The bottle is now empty. Why won't it work?

I can still remember.

The shreds of cloth. The scared skin. The ribbons of blood. That fearful look on his face.

The tears.

Another bottle is gone.

WHY ISN'T IT WORKING?

The memory remains and my body is on fire. But I must keep on.

I have to drink away the memory.

...What is this?

My eyes sting. My vision becomes even more blurred, except with water. It's not raining, so why?

Familiar salt water blends with the whiskey.

I hurriedly drink down the bottle. Salt water's still there, even after so many drinks.

My heads starts to spin wildly. The surroundings become a mixed blur, blending together with darkness.

Before I fall to the hard floor I see a face. That fearful, hikari face.

Why can't I forget it?