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I sat there staring at the Jack Daniels bottle what Matt had left there, it was just sitting on the cold, black, granite counter. My eyes glued to it, I stood up from my seat and took hold of it in my bloody hands. I anxiously opened it tearing the lid off and putting it to my lips; I pounded it down my throat and drank continuously not stopping even for a breath. After I had almost consumed all of it I pulled it away and breathed, my throat was burning it was like someone had lit a match and thrown it down my throat. I wiped my lips and looked at the bottle, the crisp label and the perfectly intact fingerprints of my once beloved, I placed my fingertips over where his once were and began to cry. Normal every time I had touched something of Matt’s or even him I felt all warm inside but this time, touching his fingerprints I felt cold, extremely cold. I tore my now icy fingertips and bit my lip before throwing the bottle and screeching aloud. The Jack Daniels bottle hit the wall and shattered leaving glass everywhere and the alcohol dripping down the wall. I cried loudly watching it slide down the perfectly white walls leaving a brownish tint on the paint.

After an hour I had moved my head into my hands and pulled my knees up into my stomach and just cried, loudly and for a long time, I didn’t want to move from this place but I knew it was beginning to get light outside and the kids had to be at playschool. I looked to my left and looked at the time ‘6:30am?’ I murmured wiping my face from all the alcohol and tears. I didn’t want our children to see me like this. I put my legs down and sat forward, I still felt my body burning but it was numbing out were I felt so tipsy, I looked down and saw my phone on the floor and imminently thought about my sister. I lent over and reached for my phone but I threw myself of balance and landed face down on the floor ‘oh that hurt’ I moaned but I really didn’t feel any pain. I rolled over on my side and saw my glittery phone picked it up and I saw my wallpaper, I didn’t want to look at it so I quickly dialled her number. I put the phone to my ear and waited until I heard a tired voice say ‘hello?’

‘Amii I need help’ I groaned ‘what wrong?’

‘I need you to take care of the kids for a while’ there was a silence ‘are you drunk?’ she questioned ‘no I’m not fucking drunk!’

‘How much have you had to drink?’

‘A few glasses of vodka and a bottle of JD’

‘What’s wrong with you?’ I couldn’t believe she was asking me this question ‘I WONDER WHY AMII! MAYBE IS BECAUSE MY HUSBAND IS DEAD?! THAT MIGHT BE IT!’  I shouted but there was another uncomfortable pause ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that. What time you want me over?’ I though rolling around on the freezing wooden floor ‘Urm the kids have playschool in half an hour’ I burped loudly down the phone almost being sick ‘Charming, I’ll be over in a few. DON’T DRINK ANYMORE!’ I just put the phone down on her and felt my stomach churning violently. I tried to push myself up from the floor when my eyes blacked out and my back crashed to the ground.