The world feels light and floaty, anchored down only by the cool glass bottle that I am holding in my hand. Short bursts of laughter erupted from my mouth as I swayed from side to side on the cool road, my shoes crunching loudly on the asphalt. My vocal chords vibrated to the tuneless nursery rhyme of "Humpty-Dumpty" as my drunken self tottered down the street unstably.

"Humpty-Dumpty, sat on the wall..."

A bubble of laughter escaped from my throat as the first verse was sung,

"Humpty-Dumpty, had a great fall..."

I staggered and tripped over my feet. My body crashed heavily on the rough road. The merciless little cobbles sliced through my skin. My muscles reluctantly tweaked themselves into a slight grimace.

"All the king's horses, and all the king's men..."

Wincing a bit more in my slightly less drunken state, sobered a little by the fall, my heavy hands tried to lift up my heavier body to have it stand on its on again. The glass bottle clinked against the dark ground as I collapsed again. I lifted it up to my mouth to yet again numb the pain, the sadness, numb that piece of dark emotion that was building up in my chest.

"Couldn't put Humpty..."

Nothing. No more alchohol to burn my throat, no more cloud nine, no more Kein. No more. Gone. Gone forever. Stupid. Stupid Kein. Stupid world. Stupid bottle. I lifted my heavy hand and brought it down hard. Little shards of glass snowed all over me. My hand is bleeding. Another bubble of laughter played its prelude to the manic climax that followed as I raised my hand towards my mouth, licking the sticky, coppery liquid substance that was there. Tasty.

"...together again."

I bit down hard, suppressing the scream that was building up in my throat. I must have more. I must have more of this. More, more, MORE. Twisting my head to the other side, I ripped open the pink flesh and little raindrops of red rained on my face. Little spots of black quickly peppered my vision soon after just as the river of red poured onto me. As I eagerly lapped up the aromatic blood, a pair of black shoes appeared before me. My eyes followed it upwards and identified a pair of blue jeans, a black t-shirt hiding finely sculpted muscles and a face with dark, mussed up hair. Smiling weakly, my mouth said the only word that it knew at the moment,

"Kein."