I'm Still A Wallflower

Chapter ~1

" Hey! How you doing!" Sam slurred into the phone with music playing in the background for the second night in a row.

"Sam, I thought you said you were going to stop drinking obnoxiously." I pouted.

I'm not trying to be bossy it's just I don't want her to fall back into her old ways you know, drinking and sleeping around. I care a lot about Sam, she's been my best friend since my freshman year. It's not good for anybody if she keeps it up.

"Why?" She shot back.

"You know why." I sighed. "We've already had this conversation before." In fact about 3 times in the past 2 weeks.

"You don't need to worry about me." She said as she started to get offesive.

"Well somebody needs to worry about you, you're clearly not worrying about yourself. I slowly spoke. I knew I said something wrong when she stayed silent. "Look Sam, you know what I mean. I just don't want you to end up back in rehab. I know how hard that was for you. I just don't want you to have to go through that again."

"At least I still don't have to go to therapy and hospitals to see doctors." She yelled through the phone.

"Goo. I was cut off by the ringing of the phone saying she had hung up. I know she's drunk and didn't mean it, but drunk actions are sober thoughts right.

I figured I'd just right a letter because it was no use trying to go back to sleep.

September 6, 1995
Dear friend,
School starts in a couple days and Sam's starting to drink again. She said somethings that really got me thinking. Am I just some crazy suicidal teen? I don't want to be. I don't want to be just some wallflower, but I know that's all I'll ever be and I'm okay with that. I'm only writing right now because I can't sleep.

Love Always,
Charlie