Post by Havok on Dec 5, 2004 16:14:22 GMT -4
Alex Summers was sitting on the dock at the Bayville wharf late at night, his eyes bloodshot, his legs dangling over the water, and his hand clenched tight around the neck of a bottle of whiskey. He was staring at the water, wondering why he was alive. The whiskey had done nothing to relieve his feelings of uselessness and self-loathing. If anything, with every shot the feelings got worse. His inebriated mind recalled what Wanda had said to him that morning.
"When I spoke to you last, you had me promise not to tell anyone of you being weakened."
Wanda threw a towel over her shoulder. She wouldn't look at Havok.
"While that ensures that others will not bother, it does not stop me from worrying about you."
He couldn't comprehend just why she would worry about him. There was nothing worth worrying over. He was just excess baggage. Anything he could do, someone else could do better. Anything he tried to do normally failed. Even relationships failed with him. No friends, no family, all thanks to him.
So who would care if he disappeared?
Alex stood up and looked at the vast bay before him. It seemed so peaceful. So calming. As if it could give him the answers to all of his problems. With tears in his red-rimmed eyes, he lifted his foot over the water.
The splash rippled, disturbing the tranquil waters. The whiskey bottle Alex had been holding fell to the bottom, kicking up dirt when it hit the muddy bay floor.
Alex, however, was still on the dock, the tears now streaming down his face. He was useless, friendless, and now, to top everything off...he was a coward. He didn't have anything to live for, but he couldn't bring himself to die.
"When I spoke to you last, you had me promise not to tell anyone of you being weakened."
Wanda threw a towel over her shoulder. She wouldn't look at Havok.
"While that ensures that others will not bother, it does not stop me from worrying about you."
He couldn't comprehend just why she would worry about him. There was nothing worth worrying over. He was just excess baggage. Anything he could do, someone else could do better. Anything he tried to do normally failed. Even relationships failed with him. No friends, no family, all thanks to him.
So who would care if he disappeared?
Alex stood up and looked at the vast bay before him. It seemed so peaceful. So calming. As if it could give him the answers to all of his problems. With tears in his red-rimmed eyes, he lifted his foot over the water.
The splash rippled, disturbing the tranquil waters. The whiskey bottle Alex had been holding fell to the bottom, kicking up dirt when it hit the muddy bay floor.
Alex, however, was still on the dock, the tears now streaming down his face. He was useless, friendless, and now, to top everything off...he was a coward. He didn't have anything to live for, but he couldn't bring himself to die.