I wake up in a bath tub with the shower curtain pulled across. What the HELL am I doing here!? I think to myself. I try to stand but just end up toppling over the edge of the bath tub due to the crazy pain I get in my head. I lie with the top half of my body wrapped in the shower curtain, the other half in the bath tub. A wave of nausea shoots through me and I vomit a mixture of blue and red sick in the deep end of the bath. I groan and shove the palms of my hands into my eyes hard. When I let go I can see stars. I lie there for another 5 minutes then slowly and painfully pull myself up with my arms. I pull back the shower curtain but as I go to step out, I notice that I don't have any shoes on. I look at my watch and notice that the screen is smashed. Luckily it still seems to be working. It says 4:00am. I find one of my shoes in the sink, it's covered in some sort of sticky pink substance. I sniff it and it smells like fairy floss. I quickly rinse my shoe under the water and put it on. I probably look stupid with only one wet shoe on, but I don't really care.
I open the bathroom door and head downstairs to try and find my other shoe. Eventually I find it, Martin is holding it in his left hand. Martin is my closest friend, and boy he sure knows how to party. I reach down to grab my shoe but as I try to pick it up, Martin's hand comes up with it. The idiot must have super glued my shoe to his hand! After trying to pull it off without pulling any of Martin's skin off with it, I decide to just leave it and swap my shoes with his. Surprisingly they fit well so I tie the laces and stand up. Suddenly I realise that I don't even know whose house I'm in. I lean over Martin and try to wake him;
"Martin, Martin mate wake up!" I gently shake Martin's shoulders. When I don't get a response I try again.
"Martin, WAKE THE HELL UP!" He mumbles something, sits up and tries to rub his eyes. Unfortunately, they are still closed so he gets a shock when the shoes his him square in the nose.
"What the-" he exclaims. He opens his eye and looks around him. "Where are we?" He asks.
"I was going to ask you the same question." I say.
Martin looks confused so I say; "Remember what happened last night?"
"No." he says, still looking confused.
I open my mouth to explain, but then I realise I can't remember either.
"Neither do I." I say. Martin shrugs, stands up and walks off.
"Hey, wait up!" I call. I follow him into the hallway but I don't know which room he's gone into. As I stand there, everything from the night before suddenly comes flying back to me.
The graduation. The prom. The crazy party. The drinking. The car. The hospital. Mia. I run my hands through my greasy hair and try to remember exactly what happened. I grab my phone out of my jacket and look at the screen. I have 11 unread messages, all of which are from Billie.
11:01 Ben?
11:04 Hello? Ben plz call me
11:09 Ben, im in the hospital with Mia
11:12 BEN ANSWER ME!!
11:20 Ben, Mia wants to tlk to u
11:26 Ben plz answer me
11:29 BEN ANSWER UR BLOODY PHONE!!!!
11:31 U need to get down here
11:40 Mia's not doing well
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Mia
Short Story*This is a short story which explores the consequences of drinking too much alcohol.* When a boy wakes up and remembers the wild party he was at the night before, he realises that his girlfriend in is danger. But can he save her before it's too late?
