Bringing the bottle back to his mouth Artem took another gulp of the Moonshine. Letting his hand with the bottle drop again he leaned his head back against the wall behind him. He pulled his knees up and put his arms around them.

His gaze wandered though the room without really looking at anything. He looked like he just came back from a date or any other social gathering. Or rather a party. But where ever he came from, now he sat between his shelf and his minitree, knees hugged to his chest and head leaning against the wall. In his hand a bottle of Moonshine Liquor and another two right beside him.

With a sigh he closed his eyes and took another gulp of the Moonshine. The day had started...good. Well relatively, but it was better than the last week and it was supposed to end with a good feeling, not this. The cramping feeling of being left and the nagging feeling of fear clawed on his insides, fighting against the emptiness and pain for control over his body. This fight was almost constant in his life, never stopping or pausing. There werea few instances where it was almost gone, but it all vanished eventually again. At least he was already jused to it at this point. He took another gulp of Moonshine and then sat the now empty bottle down next to the other two.

'Disappointment', stated the voice laced with malice. He could only agree. The voice repeated the word over and over, Artem slowly drifting off. The voice following him into his dreams.