Wasted angel
((“Part 2” For a ‘Wasted innocence’ I wrote sometime ago.))
Thomas sat on the sofa with a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and full cartoon of cigarettes. He had been sitting on the floor petting a rabbit for way too long. Now he was sitting on the sofa trying to relax and forget all the bruises all around his body. He opened the bottle and took a big gulp. He felt the alcohol burning his throat but ignored the pain- as if he didn’t feel enough pain already.
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