Stranger

Morning

I couldn't breath. It was like I was stuck in an area that was slowly closing in, or when you are in a crowd with too many people. I felt I was soon to suffocate and die. Something was lodged in my throw and I didn't feel good. I didn't know where I was or how I was going to get out.

"Where am I?" No one answers. I walk through the small area I was in. It felt like it was closing me in. My fist connect with the wall, repeatedly hitting it. Something knocks me completely down and it feels like something is on me. I try getting up but I'm only pushed back. I start breathing heavily. "Please," I twist and turn my body, throwing myself around. I feel like I was going to throw up. "Stop moving," a voice grumbled. I gasp for air and stop moving. Maybe if I try calming down everything would be okay. "Deep breaths," I told myself, taking in as much air as I could. It only seemed to get worst. I break out into a sweat and start pushing whatever was on me.

I open my eyes and look around. It was only dark and I really couldn't breath, only to find I was wrapped up in blankets. I fling my arms around and it flies off. I throw my head back and take a deep breathe. Something starts moving and I look down. It pushes my body down and I slowly pull the blanket up. I look down to see Zach pretty much laying on me with his head on my stomach. I moved his head and he only brings me closer. Bile starts rising in my throat and I push Zach as hard as I could, making him fall off the bed. I hear a groan as I run into the bathroom and throw up the alcohol I had the night before. It only being liquid because I didn't eat anything before. I stand up and flush the toilet. I rinse my mouth with some water and spit it out. I look in the mirror, my hair is everywhere and my eyes are blood shoot, my head is pounding and my face is flushed. Running my hands through my hair, I leave the bathroom with a sigh. Voices come from the kitchen and I walk into it.

I take a seat on the little island in the middle of the kitchen. "My head hurts," I said and put my head in my hands. "Probably because you've never drank and you didn't eat," said Jody. Everyone seemed normal and was eating breakfast. "Why aren't you guys sick?"

"First off, we didn't drink as much as you and secondly, we drink all the time," Junior sassed.

I make a face in my hands and sigh. "Do you have any medicine, Alex?" He told me where the glasses and medicine was. I fill the glass up and swallow the pills. I don't say anything and walk in the living room. I jump on the couch and curl up in a ball. Maybe a little nap will help me feel better. Before I can even fall asleep, the door opens and walks in a boy.

He's not like the other boys. He seems like he could be in a gang and he gives off a harsh vibe. With his sagging pants, skin tight shirt, and tattoos. His hair is cut short but it still looks good on him. He looks at me with distaste and walks in the kitchen to the other boys. I hear different greetings to the boy and he gives back his own.

"What are we doing today?", the boys voice was rough but calm. Obviously I wasn't in on this.

"I don't know. Olive should be coming soon. We can't leave if she's here," then maybe it wasn't planned.

They started whispering, giving them privacy, I went back to the guest room. I pick up the covers off the floor and lay back down, bunching them up and hugging them. I can barely remember what went on last night. I try thinking back to what I do remember but nothing comes up. My knee starts tingling and hurting. So of course I look down and roll my sweats up to see a big long scratch that must have busted back open. I touch it and flinch. That was dumb of me. The band-aid must be stuck inside the sweats I somehow magical have on. Sighing, I shake my head and get up to go to the bathroom to clean it.

Look inside the cabinet below the sink and find triple antibiotic and band-aids. What the hell could of happened to my knee? I squeeze the tube and smear it on my cut and take the paper off one of the band-aids and notice it has hello kitty on it. I smile and automatically think of Olive. She's a crazy child. I put it on the first half of my scrap, I tear the next band-aid, and put it on my second half of my scrap. I pull my sweat leg down and jump off the counter and go to open the door but it opens before my hand touches the knob. Looking up, I notice it was the kid that just came here.