Short Stories/Scenes

What a mess

With a sudden jolt, you shot up from the couch covered in sweat. You don't exactly remember what happened last night, but you do remember having a party since your parents were away on a stupid trip without you.

Again.

As you slid your legs off the soft couch, you knocked off a few empty cups and random pieces of trash to the floor.

You sighed as you realized you'd have to clean up the mess, which urged you to start cleaning.

You started outside in the front yard, it would be the first thing your parents noticed, obviously. For some reason, you'd count how many cups you'd pick up and put in the big trash bag you had, by the time you finished you had 9 cups, and half a couple candy wrappers, empty alcohol bottles, and empty cups.

As you finished picking up the garbage, you drug the large black bag back inside your house.

You began in the living room, the room you were just passed out drunk in. You picked up the cans and trash you'd knocked over earlier when you noticed something outside in the pool.

'Did someone wake up and decided to get in the pool..? That's kinda weird..' You thought, dropping the bag out of curiosity and beginning a short walk outside.

You turned around with a tired sigh after you closed the glass door. You immediately gasped, tears withing your eyes as shock ran down your spine.

"N-No.. No, No..! NO! Fuck! I couldn't have been that drunk, could I? How stupid- Did- No!" You yelled, falling to your knees, grasping at your face, hair, anything you could, until you began crawling towards the edge of the pool.

"I'm fucking dead! Dead!" What's gonna happen? What do I do? Did I even pick anything up? What's happening?!" Thoughts raced through your mind, only questions. Tears began streaming down your face and dripping into the cold pool water.

"What am I gonna do..?" You asked yourself, as your stared quietly at your floating corpse.

Tears stained your cheeks, and your voice was hoarse.

"What am I gonna do.?"