You don’t want to be like him
You can’t
But god you crave
The feeling of the bottle pressed to your lips
The bitter taste as it runs down your throat
You remember his rage filled eyes
As he threw things at the wall next to you
His screaming only getting louder
As you sat and watched in fear
You try and run
But he blocks the doorway
Stumbling towards you
You close your eyes tight
Not knowing what else to do
Everything goes silent
You open your eyes
To find yourself
Sitting on the floor
With an empty bottle in your hand