Matter of a fact, he did not mind it. In the back of his mind, an echo sounded his own freakish nature. "You are a hypocrite and a coward" a voice crept into his train of thoughts. Suddenly he was aware of the cold sweat slowly dripping down his back. He was sitting on his bed, alcohol breaking through his skin. A throbbing headache, and a subtle shiver: the night after.
You can spin hundreds of different stories, but the conclusion is always the same, a painful headache, and a weak shivering body. A loss of control. There is a fine line between ecstasy in being wild, and overdoing it. Most of the people overdo it, and again, I am one of them.
Three quarters later his bell rang. It sent a shrieking pain through his skull. He wasn't expecting anyone, but an innate feeling of guilt made him get out of his bed. Grabbing for everything he could for support, he finally reached the door.
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