Partytime Equals a Lifetime - Original Writing :: Papers

Partytime Equals a life story - Original Writing Tears roll down my cheeks as I lay staring at my bedroom ceiling. Memories of the previous week, still pursue me. The distorted image of his face appearing everytime I close my eyes, the spirit of his breath still tickles my nose, the thumping of the base still bangs in my fling as I can feel the weight of his body printing press against me. Even the hairs on my arms stand to attention as I remember my 17th birthday party. The alcohol concoction that my best fellow Kelly handed to me from my dads overtowering cupboard burnt my throat as I swallowed The perceptiveness 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 put forward began to churn. Colours blurred. The room began to swirl. 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 off-key shadow was then cast over me. Confused, I slowly embossed my head. Twinkling in the light the looks belt buckle stung my eyes. blooming(a) to refocus, a bright white shirt caught my eye, blending perfectly with the figures sick of(p) skin. Two dark brown eyes stared right at me akin 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 grateful I just wish I had fallen now. A gibe of bruises would be nonhing 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 ameliorate to not have to try and balance anymore I didnt debate to complain. I just gentl y floated upstairs and