Partytime Equals a Lifetime - Original Writing :: Papers

Partytime Equals a Lifetime - Original Writing Tears roll pile my cheeks as I lay staring at my bedroom ceiling. Memories of the foregoing week, stable haunting me. The distorted image of his face appearing everytime I close my eyes, the smell of his breath still tickles my nose, the thumping of the base still bangs in my head as I can feel the clog of his body pressing against me. Even the hairs on my arms stand to management as I remember my 17th birthday party. The alcohol sweet that my best friend Kelly handed to me from my dads overtowering cupboard burnt my throat as I swallowed The taste of the sharp, acidic solution that created this burning sensation, that I crawl in believe was whisky passed my lips more times than I remember. Everything then saturnine hazy My stomach began to churn. Colours blurred. The room began to spin. The music became one whopping buzz. I stumbled to the stairs. Slumped on the stairs, head in my hands I struggle d to breathe. A tall dark shadow was then cast over me. Confused, I slowly raised my head. Twinkling in the light the figures belt brooch stung my eyes. Blinking to refocus, a b cover white shirt caught my eye, intermingle perfectly with the figures pale skin. Two dark brown eyes stared right at me like needles piercing my skin. Immediately I became agitated and bloom to my feet. The room began to spin again My breathing shuddering as the confine 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 just wish I had fall in a flash. 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(a) the floor. Quite relieved to not have to try and balance any longer I didnt think to complain. I just gently floated upstairs and