Drunken Escape...

Kyla walked into the club, the happy chatters sounding like hot nails to her already bleeding heart. She needed someone to wake her up from the nightmare she was in.

If anyone had warned her of the day when she would lose her meaning of life, then she would have found a way to evade it.

The bartender smiled at her, but she didn't feel like smiling back.

“Give me a bottle of the strongest drink you have,” she ordered, ignoring his obvious advances towards her.

“Ooh sharp, tough day?” The bartender asked, still smiling at her.

Kyla nodded quickly, taking the drink in her hand before gulping it down in one go.

“How can a beauty like you be moping sad,” the bartender tried once again, but what he didn't know is that he was getting on her nerves.

“Can you please leave me the hell alone!” Kyla ordered, feeling all the painful emotions overwhelm her.

The bartender jumped slightly at the unexpected anger radiating off her.

“Ooh okay, sorry,” he said, lifting his hands up in surrender as