YOU CAN’T FIX ME THIS TIME

RAIN

The alcohol is burning my throat as I take it down. I like it.

I take a few more gulps and soon, my throat is numb like I feel. Good.

I don't need feelings. I don't need to even think that's why I am drinking. To not think that someone is raining on my parade.

"I don't need you to fix me. I am fine and you need to be okay with me telling you I am okay."

"I don't trust you," he takes a step forward and snatches the bottle away from me.

"I hate you the most when you try to control me. I am not the puppet that you can just play with and make it do things, Liam!" I walk over to the TV and pull it out of the wall it's attached to before smashing it on the floor.

"Stop controlling me!" I run to the fridge but he beats me to it and holds me off. "Let me go!"

"Stop!"