Let Me Be Your Anti-Depressant

Champagne Bottle

I pulled up the driveway of Maddie's house, instantly regretting my decision to come. There were already so many people here. The sun was setting so the sky was a pretty pinkish orange.

I put my car in park and killed the engine. I sat there for a few minutes, thinking about what I was gonna do. Just try and find Maddie, talk for a bit, avoid contact with everyone, and stare at Jenny without her knowing. Yeah that's good.

Opening my car door, I stepped out and locked it. I started towards the door, hearing the already loud music going off. Great. This is awful. Turn around. Just turn around and leave.

But I didn't listen to my self. I stood in front of the tall house and prepared myself. Wrapping my hand around the door handle, I slowly twisted it, opening the door.

The smell of cheap beer, cigarettes, and strong perfume slapped me in the face as I opened the door. The stereo was playing a song I didn't recognize. Bodies of my peers danced to the music. I winced and entered the foyer, staying close to the wall as I walked.

As I entered the kitchen, I heard the music change. The song sounded good but I didn't recognize it, just as the one before. I pushed my hair out of my face and looked to my right.

There was Maddie, with a beer bottle in her hands, sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter, her legs dangling over the side. Her boyfriend Michael was standing beside her, holding her hand. She was talking loudly with a group of friends and I didn't really want to disturb her so I went on, looking for something to drink.

Beer isn't really my thing but I saw a few bottles of champagne that hadn't been open on the counter. I'm sure those are okay to drink. Why did they have champagne here anyway?

I made my way over nodding and saying hi to a few people who I new. I grabbed a full bottle and left the kitchen, ready to find a quite room I can be left alone in. And hopefully see Jenny too.

I climbed up one of the sets of stairs looking down at all the people when I was at the top. A lot of them were already drunk and grinding on each other. I rolled my eyes and looked into what I thought was an empty room.

Looking in, I saw Hannah, and a girl I hated with all of my guts. Devon. Ugh. She was such a bitch. And a major slut, fucking people, then throwing them away for someone else. She talks about everyone behind their back and used people. We used to be friends, really good ones. Like, she was my only friend for a while. But then, she fucked that right up. I'm still a little salty about it. I don't trust people that often. But I shouldn't go too deep into that, or I won't get out.

They were kissing on the bed. Devon was on top of Hannah. Devon's shirt was already off, and her hands tugged at the end of Hannah's shirt. I instantly gagged and closed the door. Disgusting.

As I continued my search of a quiet place where I could drink in peace, my mind wondered off to Hannah. I really thought she liked Jenny. They always flirted and Hannah called Jenny her girlfriend a lot. Plus, Jenny always looks at Hannah like she's the world. I wish she would look at me like that.

I made my way to another door, really hoping I wouldn't find more people making out. I looked at the white door for a second and closed my hand around the handle. I opened the door and looked inside. Please let this one be empty. And have someplace I can sit down. My feet are killing me, which is weird, since I'm wearing combat boots.

But I soon realized it was only a bathroom. Shrugging I entered the room and closed the door behind me and sat the bottle of champagne down on the edge of the bathtub. Standing in front of the mirror, I began to wash my hands. Then, I heard the curtain on the shower rip open.