Chapter 35

I slid down the wall in the alley and opened the bottle taking a long swig. I loved the burning feeling I felt when it went down my throat. After a few longer sips I felt numb again and smirked. Happy Halloween to me. This lovely day seventeen years ago I was six years old. I was a defenseless six-year-old trying to enjoy his Halloween. But it seems that doesn't matter to some sick, disgusting people. I mean that's the only explanation I've been able to come up with. The liquid slid down my throat...