Renee was at a bar. She wasn’t even sure what the name of it was. She was on her fifth shot of Irish whiskey. It was losing its appeal and she was feeling it. Of course, the memories got worse when the darkness was like this. Deep night, the small hours. She could almost hear the screams and it was hard to breathe.
“Just shut up, will you?” she said to herself, to no one. “Honey, you alright?” came a voice from nowhere. How long had he been there? She wasn’t sure.
“I’m fine, just thinking out loud,” she said, staring into her glass.
He sighed. “Rough night, I think we all have something to think about around here,” he said. She was annoyed already. “Listen, I don’t want any company, just go back,” she replied.
“Come on, open up, it can’t hurt,” he said and she smiled. “Pain. I know all
