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may not always be what it seems, but I’m beginning to believe that everything does happen for a reason. He’ll never replace Dault. I’ll never feel for him as I do for Dault, but as a friend, I know that Christian will always be there for me.
    The blaring sound of a horn pulls me out of my fog as my eyes look forward at the green traffic light. Turning the corner I pull into Ashley’s apartment complex.
    I don’t care what the hell I have to do; I need to stop her from leaving. The crew I once felt a part of is slowly dwindling down to none.
    She can’t leave, I won’t lose her too.
    There has to be a way to fix this and bring us all back together again.

Chapter 6
    Walking through the front door of my house, I’m met with the stale smell of alcohol. As I move through the living room I pass empty bottles, dirty glasses, and painful memories.
    The encouraging words of Cliff pass through my mind while I fall back onto my chair… make wise choices my friend; we’ll get through this together.
    Taking in a deep breath, I close my eyes and exhale through pierced lips. He’s right, I need to make the right choices; ones that will help me get through the depression that’s trying to bury me alive. All my life I’ve fought to stay strong, but the pills and the bottle have always won. I need to fight the battle raging inside of me and strive for the willpower to move on. No longer can I allow the hurt of my past to dictate my future. I may have lost before, but now I will strive to win and fight for the things that really matter to me.
    Feeling hopeful, I allow my exhaustion to take over. As I set my sights on her, I fall into a deep sleep.
    Sounds of the door bell ring through my ears, followed by hard knocks at the front door. I can’t move. I feel cold and can’t stop my body from shivering.
    My memory is cloudy. I can’t seem to think, let alone understand what’s happening. Trying to open my eyes, it’s almost impossible.
    The front door creeks open and a loud man’s voice shouts through the empty space, but all that I feel is ice surrounding me in a pit of darkness.
    Footsteps vibrate against the wooden floor and I can sense warmth next to me.
    “Dude, can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?”
    I’m so confused; I can’t filter through the thoughts that are rushing through my mind. This voice is filled with fear, yet I’m not sure why.
    Am I in a dream…why can’t I open my eyes?
    Starting to panic, my body begins to convulse as I’m turned to my side.
    I can’t seem to control the motions. I’m trembling as my torso rocks back and forth against a hard surface. How the fuck did I land on the floor? Where am I?
    A nauseous feeling pulls from my stomach as bile and vomit shoot from my lips. Euphoria begins to set in and I’m once again lost…my world shuts down and my senses turn off.

    A bright light shines before my closed lids as voices surround my being. I begin to gag as something is pulled from my throat. The sound of voices continues to clutter the space, but I’m not able to follow what’s being said. Unsure as to where I am or what’s happening, I attempt to pull open my eyes.
    Squinting to see the forms in front of me, all I can gather is that I’m in a room with a green curtain and white walls. Attempting to clear my vision, I blink a few times until I can see the images surrounding me.
    “He’s awake,” a female voice remarks.
    A man comes along side of me and points the bright light into my eyes once again.
    “You’re a lucky young man, Mr. Zotto. Had that delivery man not found you when he did, you might not be here with us right now.”
    Confused, I shut my eyes trying to think back to my last memory…the whiskey…the pills. The last thing I remember is falling onto my chair at home, everything else is a blur.
    “Mr. Zotto, can you open your eyes for us again?” The man’s voice booms through the room.
    Clearing myself from my haze, I attempt to pull open my eyes to see