2 months later.

I chugged down the alcohol and proceeded to fill the glass again; the liquid burned my throat and my insides. Consuming excess alcohol is not good for health, but I do it anyway; I love how it hurts my insides.

I glanced at the wall, which shows it's 2 in the morning. Damn, I've been sitting here and drinking for so long.

Standing up, I slammed the glass down and grabbed the bottle, chugging it directly. My alcohol tolerance level didn't let my vision blur or let my feet stumble as I started climbing the stairs. My penthouse feels disturbingly calm.

It's actually been calm like this...