Karaoke Night (Will, Emsrocks, Yoya)

It never ceases to amaze me how stupid people truly are. Yes, I know people make mistakes; however, when a person makes the same mistake over and over again, it makes that person look like a total fool. Hell, I've made mistakes before. I've made mistakes that I can't undo, but I'm not stupid enough to make the same mistake twice. My father made a mistake today. He broke his promise to me. He always breaks his promise so why should it matter? He always promises to never drink again, but here he is standing before me drunk as a skunk. I hate when he's like this. Ever since my mother, and my brother died, he's always been like this. I can't change him. I can't do anything to help him. I've tried to take the bottle away from him, but he always gets more. It aggravates me knowing that he keeps breaking his promises, but I'm used to them, and I'm tired of making him look like a fool.

I've always wondered what he found so intriguing about drinking. I hate how it makes him smell. I hate how he just lays in bed all the time puking his guts up, but he's constantly getting drunk. I don't even know if he knows he still has a living son. Today started off bad. I ended up in a shouting match with my father. It made me angry that he broke the promise again, but I know I won't stop him from breaking them. I've tried, and I've tried, but I always fail. Part of me wants to give up, but the other part of me wants to keep fighting for him to keep his promise. "You always break your promises! Every day you promise me you'll never drink again, but here you are drunk! You're only making yourself look like a fool! You have me to raise. You have me to care for. Just because my brother, and mother are dead, doesn't mean you can't stop caring for me." Normally telling him that makes him feel better, but today it only caused him to slap me across the face.

If I can't get him to change, I might as well join him. Now, I'm sitting here in a bar listening to these ladies sing. Some of them sing wonderfully, and others sing horribly. Some of the ladies I want to rip their vocal cords out because their voice hurts my ears. Maybe they'll sound better if I have no memory of this whatsoever. I hold a beer in my right hand as I stare at the obviously newlywed couple on the stage. I've already downed four beers, and the singing just keeps getting better and better. (If better means covering your ears trying to keep them from bursting, then yes they are getting better and better.) I roll my eyes as another girl forces the newlywed couple off the stage. Apparently someone doesn't know how to share. I down the beer I'm holding in my hand, as this girl sings something about being sober. Ha, like anyone will be sober in a bar. Is she really that stupid? I guess not because she sings anyway.

I make my way up towards the bar ready to order another beer as she makes her way off the stage. "I want another beer. Please." I still haven't figured out why my father drinks this stuff, but at the moment, I absolutely love the feeling it gives me. My head flutters around the room as I try to stay on my feet, and the bar tender just stares at me shaking his head before handing me another beer. I throw some money down on the counter before walking over to where the girl sits. She looks, and sounds familiar, but I can't figure out where I know her from. Another girl is sitting beside her, and I have no idea who she is. I stop a couple chairs away because another guy is walking up talking to her. I take a sip of the beer. It burns my throat on the way down, but it doesn't matter anymore. Nothing matters anymore. I'm turning into my father, and tonight, I'm going to make the best of it. "Good job on the stage. You rocked it."

Narration 7C8573
Thoughts B8C2AE
Hearing 5A6860
Speech 565D28
(Other CCCBBD)

Credit goes to Cass for this lovely graphic <3

I will never understand how my father has managed to drink so much over the past few years. I know it's been rough for him, but it's been rough for me too. I know why they died. I know how they died. I was the one that caused it. I was the one that was stupid enough to make the mistake the blow that building sky high. My father doesn't have to live with the guilt that will never leave him. I do. I'll always be living with that knowing it's my fault they are dead along with so many other people, but I've managed to stay sober ever since that happened, but tonight I gave in. I remember my father saying it took way the pain of what lived inside him. He said it was easier to deal with the pain, but he never realized what it did to me. He never realized how much it hurt when he broke all those promises. Life is full of promises, and only the cowards, and liars break them. I'm a coward because I broke a promise. I'm standing at a bar drinking.

My head swims around the room as I gaze at all the pretty colors. The lights turn from yellow to green, to blue, to purple, and finally to red. Flames flicker before my eyes as my torso starts burning. I can feel the flames dancing on me as the smoke goes into my lungs. I crack my neck trying to force it all away as the lights change to purple again. My legs shake under the weight of my body as I try to walk towards the girl that was singing. I want to know where I know her from. I want to know why she's so familiar. I may be drunk, but I know I've seen her before. I know I didn't see you in school. I dropped out of school when I killed my brother, and my mother. I wasn't there long enough to see her. I take another large gulp of the beer; however, most of the beer rolls down my face onto my shirt soaking me. The smell reminds me of my father when he's spilled beer all over the place. I really am becoming like him, and I'm having loads of fun.

"That's what everyone believes when they first meet me, just wait." I stare at her as she talks wondering who she's talking to, but when I see her wink, I can tell that I do know her from somewhere. I haven't figured out where I know her from, and I probably don't want to know, but all is well. "This is my younger sister Bernadette! No flirting with her boys!" I look over at the girl sitting next to the one that sung. She's a very pretty young lady, but I'm not allowed to flirt with her even though it would make for a fun night. I take another drink of the beer I'm holding before slamming the can down on the table. It's empty, and I'm not done drinking yet. I want to hold down what my father can hold down. I've seen how much he can drink, and I'm not even close to that, but right now my body seems to be taking control of me. The music around me becomes louder and louder as I stare into the pretty lights again as a large grin grows across my face.

"It-it's very nice to meet you." I look over at the girl that was introduced as Bernadette. "Don't worry about the flirting because I think I can do enough now." I don't know if anyone will be able to understand me because my words aren't making sense anymore. Everything around me is changing as I lean against the counter. I look at the three of them, one of them is a boy who obviously doesn't belong, and I hold out my hand. "My name is Kryptonite. You can call me Krypt cause it's shorter and easier to say. It's nice ta meet you all out here on this fantastic night with all the fantastic singing going on." I look over at the girl that introduced Bernadette, and grin from ear to ear. I want to know where I know her from, but I know she probably won't tell me. I turn back to the counter ready for another can of beer. I throw some money out of my pocket onto the top as the bar tender hands me another beer. "Thank you good sir."

Narration 7C8573
Thoughts B8C2AE
Hearing 5A6860
Speech 565D28
(Other CCCBBD)

Credit goes to Cass for this lovely graphic<3

I've always wondered how my father manged to drink and not feel what I am feeling now. It amazes me how he handles himself, and here I am unable to. The room circles around me as I try to remain standing on my feet. The inaudible singing rings through my ears louder than I could have ever imagined. Fog rises in front of my eyes as I try to stare at the three in front of me. The different lights keep flashing before my eyes stopping at the color of flames. It takes everything I have to not scream for everyone to run. Smoke rises around me as the smell of burnt flesh fills my nose. Is this what my father relives every time he drinks? Is this why I find him in tears so many times? Does he relive the news where they told him his wife and son had died, and I was left in critical condition? I take a deep breath trying to push the thoughts away from the front of my mind. I don't want to think about it. I'm here to relieve the pain; not relive the pain.

"My name is Caine, you can call me Caine." He grips my hand for a shake before quickly letting go and lowering his gaze. It doesn't surprise me because I would have done the same thing to. I didn't want to be associated with drunks. I didn't want to be associated with anyone that messed their lives up with alcohol, but here I am drinking away trying to push away the pain that lives inside me. I want this pain to go away, but nothing I do takes it away. I only seem to make it worse. I place my hand around the beer getting ready to take a drink when it's quickly snatched out of me hand. "For me? You shouldn't have." My chin drops to the floor as I watch her chug my beer that I had just bought with my own money. Her arms wrapped around mine as she drags me out of the bar. I can feel anger surging through my veins like never before. Nobody does that. Nobody takes my stuff and gets away with it.

"What the hell was that for?" I crack my neck as I stare at her waiting for an answer. She has no authority over me, but she dragged me out like I was nothing. Maybe I am too drunk. Maybe I need to pass out and hope to never wake up again. I open my mouth, but no words come out. I freeze where I am as the flame dances in front of me. I close my eyes trying to fight myself. I don't want to look like a fool in front of everyone. I don't want this to happen, but it's too late to stop. The loud sound of the explosion fills my ears. I can feel the flames dancing on my chest as my breathing becomes labored. I can smell my flesh being burnt off my chest. I can feel the smoke going into my throat burning everything on it's way down. My lungs scream for the oxygen that's needed to survive. "Run!" I scream at the top of my lungs. My voice is extremely raw and hoarse. My knees buckle sending me crashing to the ground.

I land hard and the wind is knocked out of me. The sounds of everyone running from the building that's fully engulfed in flames. The screams of everyone being burnt fills my ears. I raise my hands to my ears trying to block out the sounds, but nothing helps. It's all embedded into my brain like it happened yesterday. Sweat runs down my face drenching my hair. My shirt is soaked with the beer I spilled earlier as well as the sweat that's pooling on my chest causing the neck of my shirt to drop down exposing the scar that I want to keep hidden from everyone. I bring my knees to my chest placing myself into a fetal position as I slowly rock myself back and forth. "Run! Get out! Run!" Get up Krypt. It's not happening. It's fake. This isn't real. It's already over. It happened before. It's not real. I roll over onto my stomach as everything I just drank ejects itself from my system.

Tears roll down my face as my stomach contents forcefully erupt through my mouth. It burns as it rolls into my nose. My raw throat burns from the acid and the beer that's rolling up my throat. It definitely tastes worse the second time around. I remember all the times my father was passed out drunk on the couch covered in his own vomit reeking of alcohol. I didn't want to be around him. I didn't want to clean him up because it was disgusting. I am like him now. I'm covered in vomit laying on the ground unable to move. I am turning into him. I hate me. I hate him because it's his fault. I force myself into a seated position. I run a vomit covered hand over my face leaving streaks of vomit. I look up at the girl that dragged me out of the bar. "I'm sorry. Did you say something?" I lower my gaze towards the ground as the blood rushes from my cheeks leaving them a deathly pale. I'm an embarrassment to my family.

Narration 7C8573
Thoughts B8C2AE
Hearing 5A6860
Speech 565D28
(Other CCCBBD)
Credit goes to Cass for this lovely graphic <3