Watered down excuse.She angrily shouted at me like you would a dog who did wrong "You worthless fucking drunk! You're not the same person I used to call a friend, you're NOTHING TO ME!"
It hurt as she walked away, leaving me in the rain as I sat on the wet sidewalk.. I thought of all the people whom I had called friends, and was sickened of how they had left me just as she did..
The next day I found a glass bottle in a trashcan, and smashed the end of it to give me a makeshift escape card from this hell; for the pain was too much, and I had suffered enough in my own eyes.
As I sat near the dumpster, I reminisced over all the good memories, only for them to be over-ridden by the bad..
Alone and cold, I took the broken bottle to my wrists, gritting my teeth as the flesh tore open to allow the red water to go free... As I took the bottle to my throat, I gurgle out "Life can do with one less watered-down excuse..."
As I laid dying, I saw someone running to me, saying something to me.... Then it all went black
I jolted awake in a cold sweat; accidentally awaking my beloved wife from her sweet dream..
"Baby, what's wrong?" She slowly lifted herself up, wrapping an arm around my neck as concern grew over her tired, yet beautiful face.
"I smell... Perfume... Do you smell it too?" I slowly looked over to her worriedly as I wrapped my arms around her and pulled us together in a warm embrace.
"No... Is everything okay?" She started to cry, I could hear her sniffle and felt tears run down her cheeks and onto my shoulder..
"Of course everything is." I pulled away and gave her a large smile...
Suddenly... The air grew thicker as she whimpered "Please don't leave me.. Promise me..." tears began to stream down her face as the room began to change, shifting around slowly as a tight pain; a horrific pain grew in my chest as my skin paled.
"I promise.. I'd never leave you... You mean the world to me.." I slowly blinked, and when I had opened them.. I was in my room, and there she was- My