I dressed in jeans with a black tank top and a black sweatshirt. I walked to where Brad lived. I already felt the ground shaking in time with the blasting music. Some people roamed around the front yard. I dashed up the stairs and inside.
There were lots of people. Most were drunk already.
"Willow!" A high pitched voice squealed.
"Hi Carrie." I said as I turned around. There stood the bubbly blond. She wore pink leather pants that clung to her every curve. And a low cut pink shirt. I could already smell the alcohol in her breath.
"You came!" She squealed again. I cringed. She was talking to loud.
"Yea." I said lamely.
"Jake has been asking about you!" She screeched with a grin. Jake was a year older then me. We talked a few times but nothing else. I had had a crush on him. But that was long gone.
"Cool." I said looking around for a drink. I wondered if her voice always had been like this or was it just me. I spotted a beer pong game just about to started. I grabbed the nearest red cup not caring and chugged it down. Letting the contents burn my throat.
I walked away from Carrie who was now busying her self with Brad I think. Slowly approaching the table that the game of beer pong was being held. And watched until the right side lost. I don't remember that much later but I remember playing a game of truth or dare. I kissed a kid named Peter. And took 5 shots. Later around 4 I stumbled my way home.
I fumbled for my keys and the lock. I felt a little light headed. I flicked on the lights not caring if it woke up my parents. I staggered in the living room. I screamed.
There on the floor were my parents. Bloody and dead. I started crying and collapsed on the floor. Trying to find my phone. I found it and started calling the police. Later it's a blur. They came. They talked. They questioned. They had me go with them and I had to sleep in the holding cell because there was no other place that I could go.
I cried all night not sleeping at all. I kept thinking that it was all a dream and that I would wake up and it will be the same old boring day. But I never woke up from this nightmare.
