Choices: A Short Story

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My eyes flutter open and I look up at a crowd of faces peering down on me. "Dang, I thought she'd never wake up!", he chuckles. After a few minutes my eyes begin to function and I sit up slowly and look around. I am in a dark room, I can barely see anything around me except the faces of my friends. They are sitting around me, but still talking amongst themselves. The way they swing their arms, and make accidental, unnoticeable eye contact makes it clear what they've been doing.

Vodka bottles in their hands, and cigarettes in their mouths, they make me feel uncomfortable. I have been friends with them for so long, yet I still get nervous every time I'm around them. She gets up and walks over to a hidden table, then picks up a bottle and a cigarette. She stumbles over to me and throws them on my lap. "Now, your turn."

As always, I want to resist, because I know I shouldn't and because I know that once I start, I can't stop. There have been situations where I thought I was okay, but my friend must have put something in my glass because I woke up near a river, somewhere across town. Almost a day had gone by, and nobody even realized I was missing.

After recalling this event, I look around the room and see everyone staring at me. "Well come on, don't just sit there!", they start to scream.

"No..I-"

"DRINK IT!"

I pick up the bottle, open it up and take a big gulp of it. They give me satisfied glances and sit back down. I don't know where I am, what time it is, or if anybody even cares. I'm afraid of being forgotten. I could pass out right now and never wake up, and nobody would know. But, the thought of what they might do to me if I didn't do as told, is even more frightening. This alone keeps my quiet as I down the tasteless liquid.
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More to come, let me know what you think. Again I obviously don't have any personal experiences that relate to this story. Just fiction.