One More Drink
A Story by Treo LeGigeo
“You want to get a drink?”
“You want to get a drink?”
Six words. Six little
words casually spoken by an innocent man without any idea of their implications.
“You want to get a drink?”
It was only a reunion
with an old friend; it was not supposed to become a battlefield. One moment I’m
strolling down the street chatting light-heartedly with a mate from school, the
next my world is threatening to crash down around me.
“You want to get a drink?”
To him it may
mean nothing but a simple boy’s night out, but to me it means much, much more.
"You want to get a drink?"
Anxiety, depression, obsession, not caring what I
did, who I hurt, how much I lost as long it got me a pint. Bystanders attacked
and robbed when cash ran low, barmen beaten and stabbed after refusing to give
any more, and every last cent, possession, and shred of dignity sacrificed.
"You want to get a drink?"
Often
I woke in pain, sometimes in strange places with no memory of how I got there,
sometimes in ER. It was terrifying, horrifying, and killing me, but I couldn't
stop.
"You want to get a drink?"
And even when I finally did, it never quite left
me.
"You want to get a drink?"
They say half the battle is lost with the first
sip. That the taste can never be forgotten, that the thirst and the craving
never disappear. Those six words, and I am suddenly very aware of the dryness
of my throat, the longing in my belly, the need in my body.
"You want to get a drink?"
But I also remember what I've gained. The steady
job I finally attained after years of unreliability, the spacious house I only
just finished paying off the previous month, the wonderful son who admires me
and looks up to me, and the beautiful wife who loves me despite everything I'd
done and was the one to first help me stop.
“No thanks, I don’t drink.”
Half may be lost,
but half is still being fought. There will be no end, no final battle; I’ll
never stop wanting just one more drink.
But I have too
much to lose now, and if I have to fight for the rest of my life, I will do it.
© 2013 Treo LeGigeo
Author's Note
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Bit of an experiment, nothing like anything I've written before.
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Featured Review
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Many individuals deal with addiction, alchohol, drugs, whatever...it's impulsive, can take over lives until, without a fix, you find yourself doing anything to get it, like a (wo)man possessed. The battle doesn't stop at the last drink, or the final upheavel of everything you've worked towards becoming and obtaining... this story puts those aftershocks into words, where one innocent line can cause so much unresolved damage. Very beautifully written, I think.
- Kiyo
Posted 13 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
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Treo LeGigeoSydney, NSW, Australia
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I'm from Australia, so some people may find that I spell things differently. I love writing and have had a couple of publications of short stories and novellas under a pseudonym.
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