Sunday, August 4, 2019
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, still 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 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     dad's overtowering cupboard; burnt 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 then 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 struggled 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 stung 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     like 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 just wish I had fallen     now. A couple of bruises would be nothing compared to the torture I'm     suffering from now!       After not receiving any bruises but still in the stranger's arms, my     feet left the floor. Quite relieved to not have to try and balance     anymore I didn't think to complain. I just gently floated upstairs and    					    
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