Fallen From Grace

The Car Accident

During the summer of this year I was invited to a house party - finally! Kirsty told me the time and address my Dad would take me to and dressed for the occasion I was ready. I couldn't have been happier as Dad drove me to Kristy's. Soon after I was dropped off I began climbing the stairs. Her flat was right at the top of the building and it was the room over to the far left and she was happy to see me as she flashed a gorgeous smile. I knew one person here and that was Stephanie Brown.
Stephanie was in this long strap black dress something someone would wear to a cocktail party and I could see throughout the party her label sticking up from the back of her dress. I did attract attention from this one young lad and he seemed a little over zealous from all the drinking. I don't remember his name but he said he liked me and I remember standing in the kitchen with a cat litter tray to the left of me and then being asked...

"Do you have a joint on you?"

"Why don't you have a cigarette instead?"

I offered up a better solution and he takes one of mine as I light it up and then he says...

"I'm going to be sick!"

It looked like no one had done the washing up either and with one hand lifted up the bowl of dirty dishes and he stuck his head in. It wasn't long before Kirsty heard of someone throwing up and pulled her face in disgust knowing someone was sick in her kitchen sink with cutlery and dishes in.

"Oh, don't worry," I said seeing her face. "It didn't get in here. I lifted it up."

I was pretty strong. People found out usually how strong I was when something needed to happen like this. Anyway the guy disappeared and we started chatting. Kirsty swilled the sink and complained about someone opening the kitchen windows because of her cat.

"Oh cool, you've a cat!"

I selected a drink from the side. I think it was a WKD in blue.

"She won't come out until everyone's gone."

"Oh..."

"I'll introduce you to everyone," she said and took my hand.

I recognised someone who was in a higher year than me from high school and he was with other guys. He was just one of those people I knew but couldn't place a name and I knew he knew me. There was a tall dark haired guy with him wearing just a black T shirt on and then they were with someone else. I kept hearing about a Natasha who was coming later on.

"She's cool Kimberly. She's cool," Kirsty said. "She pulls guys all the time. She goes up to them saying your hot lets have a snog!"

She laughed. Kirsty was in the party spirit and laughed and danced around. She was beautiful and desired and was quite the party girl with a bottle in her other hand and she could dance as she did with me.

It wasn't long until that other guy found me again. He was so paraletic several things happened to him. I am sure it was when he found me after the second time I used the toilet because the first time I got stuck in the bathroom and someone had to barge the door open for me to come out before but now someone started knocking and I didn't put it on the catch so I told whoever it was to wait. It was a good job I finished when I did and he fell in through the door and I caught him. I try propping him up on the bath and then someone else comes in.

"You can't - you..."

As the dude falls over backwards head first I grab him by his shoulders yanking him immediately back up which shook him up.

"I'm going to be sick..."

I was in the middle of watching him throw up when someone else knocks.

"We're occupied!"