Chapter 20

• The alcohol she was drowning herself into runs smoothly down her throat as she gulps the shot of tequila in one go.
• She is at the bar. Alone.
• Hating her life. Hating what she can't do. Hating everything that had broken and continuously breaking her apart. Her finger where a stick of cigarette lies in between moves in a circular motion around the rim of the newly served shot glass of tequila in front of her as her mind once again wanders off to the bitter part of her past.