Lord Dakol
Supernova
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2009
- Location
- California
David Lancaster closed the door to his fridge, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples achingly. A bottle of water was in his hand; there was alcohol in the back, but he refused to touch it to numb his own pain. It was only for company, like he had any. He was twenty-three, and coming back from the military over three months ago, there was nothing for him back in the States. His family refused to speak to him out of the reason that they didn't support his decision to go into the military, but they reluctantly agreed to take care of his dog, but that was it. His only love even broke up with him because of the mental issues, the nightmares, that plagued him at night.
Walking back into the small living room, he sat onto the couch and looked around, quirking an eyebrow. Where did she go? "Darlin', come here, girl," he called out for her, clicking his tongue and patting the couch loudly enough for her to hear.