Tyler:
I know I have a problem. I know it upsets Megan. I see her face when she walks into my room, a floor tiled with empty bottles and aluminum cans, desk scattered with overfilled ashtrays and empty cigarette cartons. The pristine white of the walls has been stained yellow with cigaret smoke. I know I shouldn't waste our money, it's all we have. But.. every time I walk home I see the lights of the liquor store. I try to resist I promise.. I just can't walk past it. The little voice in my head is always so happy to tell me how much I've already failed. How weak I am. I've tried drowning it out with alcohol, but each time it comes back, stronger louder, more in tune with my failures. I can hear it now, calling me weak. Telling me I'm not a man. "Your son will never look up to you. You're not man enough to raise him."
-Anxiety built up in him, Tyler's hands started shaking making him unable to finish writing. Tears started streaking down his face he curled into a ball, trying to block the tiny voice of failure in his head. As the voice got louder he got up, body shaking like a leaf. He tried pacing the room to calm himself down, but his eyes would wander to the unopened six-pack on his desk. Unnoticed a small figure made her appearance at the door to his room, watching him with big, glassy eyes. Losing the fight with his inner voices Tyler stepped towards his desk, staring at the beer like a starved man."Tyler?" The small, barely audible voice froze him in place. Megan walked towards him, slowly shuffling through the mess on his floor with her oversized slippers. Her small hand reached out to him, gently touching him on his back. As he stood there, silently still fighting the voices, her small arms wrapped around his waist. "It's ok Ty, we'll be ok." Her voice melted him, turning towards her he broker her hold of his waist. Sinking to his knees he hung his head, admitting his defeat. Silently she stroked his head, reading the note he never finished over his shoulder-
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