about someone else 

It’s a warm California night

You had been drinking too much vodka

The vodka settling in ,the arguing didn’t help

As you walk towards the back door, you grumble under your breath

You stand still for a minute, your hand moves within a split second.

You punch the double-paned window with a significant force 

 As you pull your hand back, blood drips on the floor. You wince a little but continue on your way, saying mean words  

you walk through the front door and start heading down the road,

 we follow behind, leaving the front door open 

Your Trying to start fights with random people on the street

 you continue down the street, blood spilling from your hand and kicking over traffic cones 

 when we reach you, we convince you to come home and try to chill out

When we get inside You quickly pass out on the bed

 the next morning you apologize profusely and promise to try and stop drinking

 your feet hurt from kicking the cones and you have bruises on your legs and hand

 a guy knocks on the door. He wonders why there is a trail of blood leading to our house and if everyone is ok.

 we all respond with everything’s fine

  The scar on your hand remains. You can no longer move your thumb the way you could before it serves as a reminder of what happened that night.

you are doing better now and you do your best