Dear Simon // Ministar FF

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"Drink." Freezy handed me a glass. There were so many bottles scattered around the place, I couldn't tell who was drinking what.

"Come on man." He said, urging me the glass. "This stuff is amazing." He took another gulp of his drink. I didn't care what it was. This was bullshit.

"No. I said no." I pushed his hand away as he lifted the glass up to my face. Everyone was gradually getting drunk. It was ridiculous.

I felt like collapsing and raging all at once. I was a wreck, a total wreck. And this was the worst idea ever.

I wanted to cry, I wanted to run away and hide, but I couldn't. My mind was a mess, all over the place. The loud music bursting through the speakers was sending waves through me and making my heart pound, the different coloured lights were flashing, making my vision blurry, the heat of the people around me was causing me to feel uncomfortable, and I could feel sweat trickling down my forehead.

Why?

The word was stuck in my head.

Why?

This was too much.

"Vikk, come one man drink." An arm was slapped across my shoulder, and weight was leaned against my body. JJ was collapsing over me, and I steadied him. "You'll feel much better, much." He took a step forward and was about to fall over, but I held his grip. "Bruv we're not celebrating." He finished whatever was in the bottle he was holding. "We're making ourselves feel better." He grabbed a bottle from the table behind us that was covered in beverages. "Throw your shit thoughts up," he said, handing me the bottle. I took it. I was never one to drink, but I took it, surprisingly. I didn't know what I was doing. I barely did the last few weeks.

It took me courage to sit in a room with people, and now I was here at Ethan's flat with a huge amount of drunk people crashing into me everywhere I tried to walk. There were so many people I'd never seen before. A load of girls that someone had invited, who had no clue what was going on with us right now, with what situation we were dealing with.

'You'll feel better.' I knew it wouldn't happen, but it was all I wanted right now. I drank. And after I finished my first bottle, I don't know how many drinks I had until someone dragged me up and put me in a car, with these other guys. Josh? Lewis? JJ? There was a blonde girl who was driving, but I couldn't make out who.

The other guys were being dragged one by one out of the car and into a house. Our house? I picked my senses up and got out of the car, and went inside. The other guys were laying on the floor, and the blonde girl was out of sight. I'm not drunk am I?

A groan came from one a guy with a beard, Josh. He sat up, and picked up an empty bottle.

"Oi, let's play," he let out a burp. "Spin the bottle."

Spin the bottle. It was repeating in my head.

Josh spun the bottle, and it pointed towards the t.v. "Oi t.v, kiss someone."
Josh pointed at me, and that was the last thing I could remember before I passed out.