Chapter 6, The SecretA Chapter by ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))The truth will come outI poured the first glass only half full. Not to
sound all philosophical, but my glass is almost empty.
The smell of the whiskey hit my nose lost like a fist of one of the bullies. It
didn't hurt but stung, and other than the fact that the punches hurt, this
smell was nice. With a sting the alcohol moved down my throat with an ease. I
closed my eyes tightly shut and tried to forget about the day. But I couldn't,
the images flashed through my mind like an old film playing on an empty screen.
It was the first time in two and a half years I thought about that day; the
first day I thought about what I really have done. Or that was with the
therapist.
© 2011 ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))Author's Note
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