Wrote this for my English coursework a few months ago. I love writing and I’m always looking to improve so any constructive criticism would be appreciated. My self-esteem can always use a boost so I wouldn’t mind a bit of praise if you enjoyed it. Anyway, without further ado, I hope you enjoy it :)
Out of the bar, the inky darkness consumes the land. In the regretful ways of a drunken man, he stumbles out the bar, stuttering and stumbling, barely staying sane after the typical routine of drowning his sorrows in a glass. His hate-filled eyes reflect what he has lost of himself. His scraggly beard has the texture of prickles in cotton, having not been washed. He had heavy bags under his eyes, blacker than the night sky. He was simply a broken-down man.
He walks past houses he will never own, with families he will never live with. Lights switch off, TVs quieten and the talk settles at the promise of a sleep with the people who care. The only attention he received were from the dirty looks people gave him, assuming they knew who he was, that he couldn’t amount to anything. But, in truth, he knew that his life was a mess. People should judge him, he doesn’t deserve anything better. Maybe his life means nothing, maybe it should all end for him, and maybe he is just another blemish on the face of society.
As he walks across the empty road, a car horn squeal assaults his ears. Oh God, there was no time to move out the way! It was over, it was finally over. The problems and concerns of his life, over in a second, dissipating into nothingness. He relaxed and prepared for the inevitable. Time froze, and his mind whirred through his entire life. His ups, his downs, what went wrong.
Maybe the reason he was like this was because of the very man that brought him into the world. He was an aggressive, angry and asinine man who lived a similar lifestyle to his son, drunk and depressed. The constant arguments between him and his wife drove the failed child crazy, before his mother left him. It was never clear why, but it broke the family, an unemployed father and an apathetic child without a mother. Ever since then, his father translated his drunk rage towards his helpless child, sometimes it would turn to violence, his dad never apologised for his actions and would just pretend it never happened. One day, the poor child had had enough, and ran off in a vehement rage, never to see his father again. He never had the time, or disposition, to contemplate his decision. His father needed help, not another loss in his life.
Then came his new life; a new start, more opportunities to succeed, he had his hardships and it was finally time for him to succeed. An underdog story, he could find love, a new job and he promised himself he would never be the same man as his father. It started off amazing, he got a new job, however low paying; it was enough to pay the rent. There, he would meet the love of his life, a customer; the connection was there from the moment she ordered. The spark was truly something to behold. Soon enough, he could afford a better place to live alongside his true love; his efforts at work went fully recognised. But, then he made the worst mistake of his life.
It was just a few grams, just a tiny amount. But it was enough, enough to get him arrested, enough to get him fired, enough to get him thrown out on the streets. Soon enough, his love left him. He was nothing.
It was a downward spiral from there; he lived on the sidewalk, receiving bittersweet pity and the spare change that people would generously dole. He just blew it at the bar, watching the world go by, seeing his potential dissolve in the glass he was drinking out of. Falling asleep every night wishing he would never wake up. He never gave himself the hope of a second chance. Wait, a second chance! He can try again; maybe he could get his life back on track. Who is he to let himself be defeated by a simple mistake? He was not a weak one; he was not going to end up like his father. His father! He can reconnect with his father! He will finally have the father figure his childhood craved for so long. But it was too late.
BANG!
The car attacks him, sending him flying like an angel, before collapsing to the ground. Empty and lifeless. The ambition he had disintegrates in front of the whole world. He lay there, bleeding crimson, slowly spilling the life he had. No one could save him now, not the paramedics, not his father, not even his love.
He lay there now, for eternity. No longer a blemish on the face of society. No longer a waste of space. No longer a failure. Even so, this was not for the best, so much potential, lost in a few seconds, all because of poor decision making. Don’t you agree? He had to die to want to keep living, but fate is a cruel mistress. Even if was just a drunken man’s last midnight ramblings
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