Chapter 1- Help

How did it end up like this?

How did I even survive this long?

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"Please stand up and introduce yourself." A man in a blue button-up shirt said.

Another man in his late 30's that had dark brown hair, light brown skin, and blue eyes cleared his throat and said, "My name is Elliot Blackwood and I'm an alcoholic."

As he said that again he could not help but feel a pain in his heart he's made mistakes like anyone else in the world, but his father was an alcoholic and he never wished to be like him.

"Hello Elliot." they all said.

"Is there anything you'd like to share?" The guy in charge asked.

"This is my 12th meeting so far and I've learned a lot." Elliot said.

"Would you like to elaborate?"

"I watch my mother get beat by my father so bad she could no longer walk, whenever I want to see my brother I have to go to his tombstone in the end I left but my mistake was I should've taken my mother and never came back."Elliot said with a heavy heart.

Looking up Elliot saw the saddened faces of the people around him, pity was the main expression while some looked annoyed as they thought he only said it for the attention.

By that point he zoned out lost in his thoughts 'I want to go back, back to the point where I was full of life, back to when I had a whole family, let me right my wrongs and start again .' He thought but knew his prays would get him nowhere.

After the group prayer was over Elliot got called over by the guy in charge and he asked "Would you like me to find you a therapist"

"No sir, I just needed to get those words off my chest that's all I promise" Elliot said.

Once he got outside there were small groups formed as they gathered to talk outside about their own experiences,

Elliot didn't care about socializing with these people and just wanted to leave.

He almost reached his car when he was a dark SUV start to slow down and the passenger car window roll down.

A figure of a gun appeared and everything seemed to have gone in slow motion for Elliot at that point and he froze.

Turning his head he saw a guy a few feet away from them their true target. At that point, he could not help but curse his luck for he knew he wouldn't make it out alive.

Multiple gunshots were heard.

As he was hitting the ground Elliot said the last words.

"Help."