These Tears Don't Fall

Zane sat in the middle of what used to be a homeless shelter, drinking what remained of the group's alcohol supplies. Had he known he was going to encounter his mother in the safe zone, he never would have sold off the excess for a measly fifty blood crystals.

More than anything, he wanted something stronger. Something that would sedate him, and his internal conflict for the rest of his life. What was protecting his sleeping companions when he was stuck with his own twisted thoughts?

Memories of what had happened violently flashed through Zane's mind. Whether it was the actual murder of his own father, or walking in on her sister as she hung lifelessly from her ceiling fan. One after another the memories which Zane had spent years suppressing violently flood his mind.