Staring blankly in to the distance. He sat - completely alone - in the middle of nowhere. Where he had once possessed a heart, there now existed a figuritive hole. His self respect - now non-existent.
Where once there was an intelligent; confident; loving man who would come to this place to reflect on how lucky he was - there now sat a bitter and exhausted shell.
No job. No friends. No family. No life!
The job had been the first to go -"cut backs"- that devious bastard had said.
"Pffffft! Of course it could've been the fact you were screwing my wife!"
Growling, he slammed his fist on the bench as the pure hatred and rage surged in him. The rage melting to despair as he drank from the bottle he clutched in his left hand.
A violent cringe followed as the contents of the bottle - something akin to drain cleaner - swept down his throat.
"What the fuck does he have that I don't?"His rhetorical question was directed towards the cosmos. "Fuckin'bitsh!"
Slurring is a good sign. The 300 pain killers crushed methodically into a mixture of whisky and vodka, were taking effect. Soon, he would fall asleep, a painless snooze as the lethal mixture shut his major organs down.
Bliss. He thought.
James raised his head, keeping his eyes closed as he felt the last heat of the sun, the last warmth he would ever feel, the last anything he would ever feel.
Opening his eyes, the fading light seemed to dance; streaks of blue, followed by flaming reds, oranges and purples.
"Dyin'may not be so bad, the fireworks are pretty fuckin'great." James snorted brutally to the threatening darkness that was slowly but surely enveloping him.
Time slowed and the lights which had amused him so much streaked off in to the distance. Another guzzle of the bottle and the inevitable shiver that followed heralded the point of no return.
He decided he would go through with it. No one can stop it now. He imagined that he could feel the concoction beginning to seep into his organs, relentlessly pursuing their warped purpose. The sun sank beyond the horizon as he watched lazily.
"The death of the day is the birth of the night!" James laughed loudly. "My deepest and most insightful thought. No one to hear it and it comes jus'before I die. Fuckin'typical!"
He sniggered bitterly and weakly. Again, he took a cringe-inducing swig of the concoction in the bottle.
His mind drifted, his thoughts took him back to the day it all started.
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