04-19-2009, 03:52 PM
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For Vukasin
Haven looked out at the world through blurry eyes. Everything was dark and everything was sinister. At least as far as his alcohol ridden brain could discern. The hybrid sat at one of the stools at the bar that had become his sanctuary as well as his prison. It had been a few days since he had left the place. It had everything he needed. A roof over his head and the strong numbing liquid always in his hand. He had found a cot in the back that he had put together for he needed to sleep or simply pass out. The difference between those two occurrences was becoming harder and harder to distinguish.
He didn't trust himself around others. What if he did something to them? The blood of a rapist and possible murderer flowed through him. What if it was in his genes? That eventually one day it would overcome him as well and he would start hurting those he cared about. He wouldn't let that happen. So he would lock himself away. Keep his mind mind chained down by the alcohol. Then maybe everyone would be safe from him. The youth took another long drink from the bottle, his face as void as his heart.
Haven looked out at the world through blurry eyes. Everything was dark and everything was sinister. At least as far as his alcohol ridden brain could discern. The hybrid sat at one of the stools at the bar that had become his sanctuary as well as his prison. It had been a few days since he had left the place. It had everything he needed. A roof over his head and the strong numbing liquid always in his hand. He had found a cot in the back that he had put together for he needed to sleep or simply pass out. The difference between those two occurrences was becoming harder and harder to distinguish.
He didn't trust himself around others. What if he did something to them? The blood of a rapist and possible murderer flowed through him. What if it was in his genes? That eventually one day it would overcome him as well and he would start hurting those he cared about. He wouldn't let that happen. So he would lock himself away. Keep his mind mind chained down by the alcohol. Then maybe everyone would be safe from him. The youth took another long drink from the bottle, his face as void as his heart.