I covered my ears tighter as my tears fell from my eyes to the table. It’s my fault. I killed her. I killed Starr and the aftermath, killed what everyone once was. This once happy and loving family is now broken and dysfunctional. I stared at the vodka. It called my name. Kit. I couldn’t take this anymore. I snatched the bottle and started gulping it down, it burnt my throat but I didn’t care. I struggled a little getting up, they weren’t arguing anymore, there were no more gentle cries for help. Nothing but the clock ticking. But I didn’t care, I saw the hideous smirk on her face when I succumbed to the alcohol. I don’t care anymore. She wanted to see me for who I really was, who I thought I was, fine.

I pushed past her, I could feel my vision starting to blur, my knees started to become weak. But I didn’t care. As I stepped outside, the tears started falling more as I downed the last drop of vodka, praying it would take it away. But all it did was leave me to confront it.