Partytime Equals a Lifetime - Original Writing :: Papers

Partytime Equals a Lifetime - Original Writing Tears roll down my cheeks as I lay staring at my bedroom ceiling. Memories of the previous week, restrained haunting me. The distorted image of his face appearing everytime I close my eyes, the smell of his schnorkel still tickles my nose, the thumping of the base still bangs in my head as I can feel the weight of his body pressing against me. Even the hairs on my arms stand to attention as I remember my 17th birthday party. The alcohol concoction that my best friend Kelly handed to me from my dads overtowering cupboard burn down my throat as I swallowed The taste of the sharp, acidic solution that created this burning sensation, that I know believe was whisky passed my lips more times than I remember. Everything and so turned hazy My stomach began to churn. Colours blurred. The room began to spin. The music became one humongous buzz. I stumbled to the stairs. Slumped on the stairs, head in my hands I s truggled to breathe. A tall dark shadow was then cast over me. Confused, I slowly raised my head. Twinkling in the light the figures belt buckle roiling my eyes. Blinking to refocus, a bright white shirt caught my eye, blending perfectly with the figures pale skin. Two dark brown eyes stared right at me uniform needles piercing my skin. Immediately I became agitated and rose to my feet. The room began to spin again My breathing shuddering as the contents of my stomach was churning like a boiling cauldron. Loosing my balance I fell forward. The figure reached out and prevented me from hitting the floor, at the time I was so appreciative I retributory wish I had fallen now. A couple of bruises would be nothing compared to the torture Im suffering from now After not receiving any bruises but still in the strangers arms, my feet left the floor. Quite relieved to not have to try and balance anymore I didnt think to complain. I just gently floated upstai rs and