Sookie wondered what to do now. She buried her troubles away and it was enough for her to take a glass of whiskey to her lips. Sookie just wanted to forget what happened inside for a few moments. Merely a few sips of the whiskey on her front porch. Forget she was going to end up with her own personal hell. “Just like me to enjoy killing someone, I really think I lost my marbles,” she murmured, before she threw back the shot and let the cool liquid burn.