I stared up at my reflection in the mirror, hazel eyes and dirt brown hair staring back at me,Keep me in check? What did Dad think I was? A puppy? I fucking don’t need an assistant nagging me wherever I went.I scoffed, Rolling my eyes, I spit into the sink, rinsing my toothbrush hopping the smell of cigarettes on my breath had been dissolved. Moving out of the bathroom I stepped back into my bedroom, the dull dark colors of the suite bearing before me. Rubbing my neck, and the sore spots down the side of it, I trudged toward my bed, taking a seat by the edge. 2 shows in one night had done its best to drain my right out. Leaning over, I put my face into my hands, swaying back just enough to feel dizzy. Opening my eyes again, I stared into nothingness allowing the quiet to settle all around me.I was alone. For the first time this week I was going to bed alone. And I hated it. I hated being alone, because then I would start to think