She stared down at the glass of amber liquid she held firmly in her right hand. Her left hand was holding her up as she leant against the bar. Hoping against futile hope that this one would be the one to make difference. This would be the one to finally block out the scars of the past, that she still carried around with her.

“Cheers” She muttered to herself, and lifted the glass to her parted lips, tasting the alcohol as it slipped violently down her throat, and smiled at the burning sensation it brought with it.

It was a welcome pain.

She shielded her eyes and looked around the club that she stood in. Her vision distorted by the smoke and lights surrounding her and the other 200 people crammed into this place.

Bodies moving manically against each other. Half of them high on god-knows-what and the other half drunk. All of them seeking a much-needed release from the harsh reality that they found themselves in. She knew that as well as anyone.

Another drink down her neck. Another drink that wouldn’t make the slightest bit of difference. But she didn’t care anymore. All she wanted to do was drink herself in oblivion.

She pushed her way into the almost impenetrable mess of bodies, clashing against others on the way, but not caring. Hardly registering. The sweat almost instantaneously soaked her body and hair as she brushed it back from her flushed face.

I need another drink.

Somewhere to the left of her there was a couple, each of them sporting the same tattoo on their left shoulders. In was a heart and in the heart read the word, forever.

She wanted to laugh at them and their naivety. There was no such thing as forever. No such thing. She had learnt that lesson the hard way a long time ago. Fools. Forever never existed, everything in the world is ultimately infinite. Even the world itself. What was the pint getting into anything, just to have it end someday?

Forever existed as much as “innocent” did. No body is innocent. No body. You are guilty from the day you crawl out of your mother’s womb. It is a sin to be born. To step into this world.

It’s a sin to believe the lies they force-fed you from birth. Stories of fairies and princesses and their princes. They weaken you.

She looked at them once more before turning to look the other way, nut nothing really registering. Nothing except the hard and heavy beat of the dance music that was being blasted over a speaker system. That was all that mattered right now.

To everyone in the club, that was all that mattered. The moment they were alive in, and how much they wanted that moment to end, almost counting down the ticks till they died. Wishing it nearer.

They were too weak to carry on. They were too weak to end it. So they prayed to god that wasn’t real every night. And begged for a saving grace. For something to end the hell they were trapped in.

And God laughed at them.

Nothing ever got better.

So they drank. And when drink didn’t work they got high. And when that didn’t work that fucked until they were sore. And then drank some more. Got high some more, and fucked some more.

Suck inside the most vicious and violent of cycles with no way of getting out.

Hell was not fir and brimstone.

We all have a hell, and we are in it now. Every day.

AN: Wow, double update :) Again, reveiws are my anti-drug, please keep em coming.