“Damien! Wake up, hey!” Diane said, nudging her brother from his deep rest. The clutters in his room were sore from her eyesight. Empty bottles of beers and alcohol were on the floor. His clothes and laundry were all over the place.
Everything was in clutter. His life was in disorder.
“Argh, stop, let me sleep,” he said in a croaky voice. He was still feeling sleepy and hungover.
“No, come on, get up and take a shower. Oh my God, Damien, you’re a mess!” Diane frustratingly blurted. Her brother was really chaotic now after what happened weeks and days ago.
He never went to the office and work, and he had been staying in his apartment, drowning himself in alcohol. Diane couldn’t blame him. Damien was broken and hurt. Andy, his wife, left him with their unborn child.
