You got a bad reputation//That's the word out on the town//It gives a certain fascination//But it can only bring you down
Noah looked at himself in the mirror. His fingers brushed his face as he sighed. He'd been out of rehab for three months. As long as he'd been in. And while those three months inside had felt like eternity, it felt like the last three months had been even longer. He had struggled in the beginning. He continued struggling. Just as it had gotten slightly easier, Jenny had gone home, leaving him alone. Though he stayed with Tony for several days, he did eventually go home. Where he was truly alone for the first time in a very long time. He didn't have the familiar comfort of alcohol to keep him company. The friend that had gotten him through his early twenties, through the end of his marriage, and through the months after moving to New Jersey. Until the moment he couldn't rely on it anymore. There was a pain inside of him, in every piece of himself, that wanted to cave. The voice in his head saying that nothing was worth the pain, the thoughts, or the memories. It told him that he wasn't worth it. He'd finally fucked up too much. Let everyone down. Lost someone he never got the chance to have.
The voice told him that all he could count on was that bottle. Noah Spencer
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(lyrics by Thin Lizzy)