R A Y V I N
I stumbled into a bar, hiccuping a vodka order to the bartender between sniffs and shaking the rain out of my long, jet-black hair. I tugged at the collar of my blue dress and groaned into the drink he slid across the bar for me. This was the only thing that kept me sane, apart from my sister. I wasn't a drunkard, but having that tipsy feeling made me temporarily forget my problems. I had been foolishly optimistic when I left the house. That the day would go well, but, it didn't. In fact, the next two days wasn't going to be okay. My foot dangled halfway as I sat on the stool while I felt shitty. I mentally prepared myself for the harshness of the vodka as I pulled it down. I had already scolded myself about my recklessness that very night that I got drunk. That wouldn't be th
