This is a short story a wrote a few months back :)



He woke up thinking it was just a dream, then reality hit him, it was not a dream at all, it was the truth. He fell to his knees and cried out to God, “Why did آپ do this to me!” he then fell to the ground sobbing, his whole body was shaking, he wanted to numb the pain. After a while he got up slowly and walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer. He then moved to his سوفی, لٹانا and turned on the TV, he did not watch it; he just needed something to drown out the silence. He took a sip of his beer, he had large bags under his eyes, his hair was a mess and his eyes were bloodshot, he self so empty. He finished the rest of his بیئر in one gulp and go up for another, he felt the alcohol start numb his pain, he cracked a smile as he gulped down another. He was soon numb of all pain and was passes out on the couch, when he awoke it was almost sunset, he sighed and moved to his bed, he opened the window and breathed in the fresh evening air. It was harm to his face even though it was the end of October, his phone rang and he ignored it, as he has done for weeks. He was lying in بستر waiting for sleep to take him when a large bang was on the door, he waited for them to leave, but they never did. Regretfully he slowly moved to his door to open it. کرن, رے his best friend burst through the door.

    “Vince, آپ have to get out of this house!” He shouted closing the door while Vince got another بیئر and sat down at the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ table. He was fine in his house, why did he have to get out? He ignored his friend and takes little sips of his beer, while staring out the window. کرن, رے pulled up a نشست اگلے to him, “This isn’t good for you,” Vince shrugged not caring, he wanted to die, he had nothing left. “Why are آپ doing this to yourself?” this made him turn and look at his friend,

    “Because I can!” he snapped. But کرن, رے did not even flinch at Vince’s tone; he just stared at him with a worried look. Vince put his head on the table.
“Why don’t we go to a bar and get real beer?” Vince just shook his head no. کرن, رے sighed.

“I want to be alone! Just leave Ray!” He just wanted to pass out and have a dreamless sleep. But کرن, رے did not move, he just stared out the window waiting for Vince to give in. “I want to go to bed!” he scouted his head still on the table.

“You can go to بستر after we get a drink,” he paused, “never mind the drink آپ have had way to much. We can go to the Football game, the Jets are playing, I forgot who but, Gary can get us in for about 30 bucks, I’ll pay,” Vince though about it. He did not want to leave his house and he could watch the game on the TV.

“No, I’m not leaving my house. I don’t care if آپ stay, but I’m going to bed,” he got up and walked into his room. He left the door open just because he was too lazy to close it, and flopped on the bed. He was out a few سیکنڈ after he got comfortable, and had another dreamless sleep.


He woke up with a huge hangover, as he made his way to the bathroom he was surprised to see کرن, رے sleeping on his couch. He shrugged it off and moved to the toilet were he threw up. It took him a while to push himself off the bathroom floor and into the kitchen. While he sat there he thought he was to young to be a widower, he was only 23 and his wife had been only 22, way to young to die. They were married only three months. He choked back tears; he did not want to accept the fact that she was gone forever but he knew he had too. He moved to the refrigerator to find that his بیئر was missing, he cussed, کرن, رے must have hid them. He got angry but let it pass and made coffee instead.

When Vince was on his سیکنڈ cup کرن, رے woke up, Vince glared him down. “Were is my beer?” he asked his voice full of anger.

“It’s all gone,” کرن, رے stared at him bored and tired.

“What do آپ mean ‘its gone?’” کرن, رے chuckled

“I threw it out, to much of that is not good for you.” He was about to yell when he figured he could just go سے طرف کی مزید later. کرن, رے moved and made a cup of coffee for himself and sat across from Vince. Annoyed Vince got up and walked to the door, “Where are آپ going?”

“I want the paper” he walked out the door and down to the mailbox, he grabbed the newspaper but did not go back inside. Instead he went on a walk, he looked like death but he could care less. The cool morning breeze eased the pounding on his head and soothed his stomach. He did not know how long he walked but سے طرف کی the time he got back to his house, کرن, رے had left and he was alone again, he walked to the fridge but slammed it shut remembering کرن, رے had took all his beer. He through the paper and the میز, جدول and went to the living room. As he leaned in the doorway he looked around, he stopped at the wedding picture hanging on the wall, and his wife was smiling bright, her hair, perfection. Her bright brown eyes stared at him with love this made him break down. He slid down to the floor and but his face in his hands, he let the silent tears fall. Since the دن after the funeral everyone کہا for him to get out of the house and get over it. This always pissed him off, he was not going to get over this, it was his wife! He always کہا for them to shove it and stomped away. He needs time, three days it not time. Out of all his دوستوں and family کرن, رے was the only one that seamed to not push him into getting over it. Yes, he tried pushing him out of the house but that’s understandable. Even his own father کہا she was not worth the pain, now his dad has a nice broken nose. He has not heard from his mother یا father since.

He looked back at the picture, he remembered that day, and after they کہا ‘I Do’ and they were one there way to the reception that Amelia was so nervous about everything. She was always afraid of screwing up, but she did wonderful; their reception was the first time he ever danced with her. That was also the one night her father did not call him one single name یا criticizes him, Vince knew it was for Amelia, and he was happy with it. At the wake, Vince was standing اگلے to Amelia’s dad, he کہا to Vince that, he was the right man for his daughter, hearing him say that mad Vince sob even longer. After the wake Amelia’s dad کہا to Vince that he was sorry for everything, the only reason he did not like Vince was because he was the one that took Amelia away from him. He cussed himself for not talking to her for a few months, and then they parted.

He had talked to her father a week ago, he called when Vince was sober, which was lucky for Vince because Mr. Adams hated drinking. They were talking about the few things he could keep of Amelia’s. All vince wanted was the pictures and her wedding ring, they last gift he gave her.

Vince sat on the floor crying, waiting to pass into unctuousness, but it never came. He then got up and turned on Amelia’s پسندیدہ move, Titanic every time she watched this she would cry into his shirt, this time he was the one crying but not because of the movie.