Short Story - Drowned in my own misery

in addiction •  7 years ago 

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It was Tuesday morning, and he should have found me at home. But that night the events had not gone according to plan ...
It all started hours before, at the bar on Rivadavia street right in the corner of my work office. I had gone for a few glasses of wine, but I lost count at fifteen. When everything began to revolve around me I noticed that it was the right time to stop drinking. But the temptation was still there, inside me, stronger than ever. I got up from my seat and went to the bar to ask the bartender for my next drink, when a smaller man, but in turn taller than me, crossed my path and shocked me abruptly. I glared at him, and resumed my trip to the bar, but he very stubborn crossed my path again and this time in front. When I looked up to see his face, his eyes were lost, He had apparently been drinking but was in a state of deterioration visibly worse than mine and slowly a small smile began to form on his face. I was drunk, but I was a happy drunk. The one who was not happy at all was me, this man was starting to bother me and for now the only thing I had in mind was to get to the bar to continue drinking. Take, drink ... and forget about the problems that life put on my devilish path. It was an unhealthy habit that I had inherited from my father whom I hated for it, but who can not help continuing it, very hypocritical on my part and at that rate I would lose my wife very soon. So the only viable way out for my alcoholized brain, was to continue to cloud my already cloudy, judging. but he was a happy drunkard. The one who was not happy at all was me, this man was starting to bother me and for now the only thing I had in mind was to get to the bar to continue drinking. Take, drink ... and forget about the problems that life put on my devilish path. It was an unhealthy habit that I had inherited from my father whom I hated for it, but who can not help continuing it, very hypocritical on my part and at that rate I would lose my wife very soon. So the only viable way out for my alcoholized brain, was to continue to cloud my already cloudy, judging. but he was a happy drunkard. The one who was not happy at all was me, this man was starting to bother me and for now the only thing I had in mind was to get to the bar to continue drinking. Take, drink ... and forget about the problems that life put on my devilish path. It was an unhealthy habit that I had inherited from my father whom I hated for it, but who can not help continuing it, very hypocritical on my part and at that rate I would lose my wife very soon. So the only viable way out for my alcoholized brain, was to continue to cloud my already cloudy, judging. It was an unhealthy custom I had inherited from my father whom I hated for it, but who can not help continuing it, very hypocritical on my part and at that rate I would lose my wife very soon. So the only viable way out for my alcoholized brain, was to continue to cloud my already cloudy, judging. It was an unhealthy habit that I had inherited from my father whom I hated for it, but who can not help continuing it, very hypocritical on my part and at that rate I would lose my wife very soon. So the only viable way out for my alcoholized brain, was to continue to cloud my already cloudy, judging.
Finally, I decided that it was enough for one night and I changed my course towards the front door, but at the last moment I changed my mind and decided to retire through the back door, that night I was very doubtful. The heavy metal door, left rust residue on my fingers and cleanse me with energetic blows in my pants intense jet black; or at least they had been that color once. It was already three in the morning and I should have returned to my home hours ago. I stumbled out of the dark alley behind the bar. I used to go out there to keep my appearances, get to a taxi as fast as possible and run away to my house without being seen. Although everyone already knew my love for alcohol.
When I got a taxi, I could hardly stand up anymore. I was losing consciousness and I would faint at any second. The taxi driver noticed my condition, seconds after I got on. Maybe it was due to the strong odor that came from my clothes or maybe my breath laden with alcohol.
I babbled the address I wanted to be taken to. But as soon as I finished saying it, I forgot what I said. I expected to have told him the street well. I could not end up in that drunken state in the middle of nowhere. The seconds were minutes, and after, what I calculated would be a quarter of an hour, the man was throwing me out of his car and as soon as I set foot in the street, he accelerated and left. I thought it was better for me, a free taxi. Only, when I started looking around, I realized that I was not where I should be. No matter how drunk I was, that was not my house. Maybe he had spluttered the address, or maybe I gave him so much disgust that he left me lying in the first place he found.
I walked around looking for a way to go home, but I did not feel physically or mentally able to take the right path to get home. Therefore, it seemed better to spend the night in that place. I would notice the next morning on the way back. I approached a wooden bench that looked cozy, I lay on it and climbed up the neck of the leather jacket, which could look very good, but not sheltered as necessary, and the night was getting cold. When my eyes closed almost against my will, I could see a lake. A beautiful, large and deep lake. It was only meters away and shone reflecting the light of nearby lanterns. On the horizon, a reddish light was beginning to appear, it was dawning. I did not know if it was the effect of alcohol, if I was dreaming or hallucinating, but he had lost the notion of time. I got up and started walking towards the lake, the light attracted me in an almost hypnotic way. It must have been my drunkenness. I approached and approached until I lost the notion of space. I was in a trance. When I came back to myself I felt a pressure in my chest, I could not breathe. I did not know what was happening to me. The light disappeared a little more with each second elapsed. The only thing I could hear was the beat of my heart. Beat. Silence. Beat. Silence. Beat. Silence. Silence. And then, just stop listening to them ... I could not breathe. I did not know what was happening to me. The light disappeared a little more with each second elapsed. The only thing I could hear was the beat of my heart. Beat. Silence. Beat. Silence. Beat. Silence. Silence. And then, just stop listening to them ... I could not breathe. I did not know what was happening to me. The light disappeared a little more with each second elapsed. The only thing I could hear was the beat of my heart. Beat. Silence. Beat. Silence. Beat. Silence. Silence. And then, just stop listening to them ...

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