id stayed here into the early hours of the morning. i couldn't see and everything around me was a blur. i'd over-drank. i felt disconnected from the banging vibrations of the music around me and within the crowds i felt alone. i decided to leave. it was for the best.
it had cooled down a bit since earlier. the humidity was gone. i stumbled down the town streets trying to navigate my regular route. clinging to the wall to try stop my self from collapsing in.
i stopped walking. it was the early hours of tuesday morning so the streets were eerily quiet. i sat down, sliding down the wall. my hands in my head i sat. fuck tonight was bad. i lifted my head from my hands and a flashy car had appeared in-front of me.
"you alright kid?" the man spoke kindly. i looked up at him and half smiled. "get in, i'll drop you to where you need to be, i promise i'm not a serial killer" the man joked. i got up slowly, fearing that if i moved any faster i'd fall. i staggered over to his car and got in the passenger seat. my head was spinning, the world was spinning. he asked where i lived. "eight..eighteen.." was all i could make out before it went dark and my head smashed against the dashboard. shit.
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blacked out days
General Fictioncontext: eli is a rich 17 year old boy with an absent enough father leaving him to indulge in bad habits and perlious situations. his reoccuring love for ryan makes his cycles repeat. ryan is an average 19 year old boy, with a harmful secret to thei...
