I woke up pissed off and cold. Sitting up, the hard floor creaked softly. "Fuck." I whispered in a raspy voice.
My throat raw and sore, I blindly stood up. Wabbling slighty, I dragged my pathetic self into the kitchen.

Taking a step back, I opened the fridge, the strong light stinging my darkened eyes. There was basically nothing in there, just old cartons of milk and a few plastic containers Armin left here. Sighing, I closed the fridge and took a clear glass cup out of the cabinet. After filling it with tap water, I threw my head back and cugged it quickly. I stopped drinking half way through and stared at the wall blankly. Without thinking...

I threw it.

I watched it shatter in shiny little pieces, water painted the dark colored wall and floor.
I hated it. I didn't know why, but I did. The way life worked, just how fucking sadistic it is. How cruel. Suddenly, I started laughing, a long laugh that would make even a psychopath cringe.

I hate it.....