Band-Aids On Bruises

Devastation

The party was actually fun so far. I had done tons of things with Fisher that I wouldn't normally do, and I was proud of myself.

I had been talking with Brad and Nick earlier, they were actually pretty nice. They kept on making jokes about everything though, and I was (once again) convinced they were high or had been drinking too much.

I finally had to leave there presence when they started whispering to each other and laughing, because it was starting to creep me out.

Now, I was standing over by the television, one of the less populated places because of all the fragile things around, as I looked for Fisher.

He had said that he was just going to get a drink and never came back, and that worried me. I couldn't see him or the lovely flower crown that I had made for him anywhere, so I decided to text him instead.

D : Fisher, where are you?

No reply

D : Fisher? You ok?

D : Fisher!

D : Hey!

D : Hey

D : hey

I started to feel sick, the crowded house, loud music, smells and flashing lights where starting to make my head spin. I couldn't take it.

I rushed outside hoping that some fresh air would help me, only to be greeted by the stench of cigarettes and pot. People.

"Heeey, it's Austin!" one of the girls said and threw herself on me "How you been?" she mumbled to me. I tried not to be rude, but her breath made me want to puke.

Slowly I untangled her limbs from me and pushed her back lightly. "It's Dustin actually and, uh, I need to go over there." I told them. They laughed and moved aside, a couple of guys patting me on the back as I quickly made my way though them.

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The spot I had pointed too was a spot of grass by a small shed, an area far away from the house. I jogged over there and noticed that the area beyond the house and shed was a forest. I wanted to run into the trees and hide myself from humanity, but i just sat behind the shed.

Away from everything, I could finally breathe. 'What should I do?' I thought to myself 'Fisher is missing, and I want to go home. Fisher is my ride though.' I sighed 'Has he checked my texts?' I pulled out my phone and turned it on 'Nope.'

I was freaking out now. 'What should I do?! What should I do!?' I started to hyperventilate and felt tears form in my eyes. My mouth was getting dry and I curled up into a ball.

"Calm down." I said out loud. "I'm having a panic attack." 

I tried to slow my breathing "O-okay, One thing I can taste..." I remember the pop I had "Sprite. Two thing I can hear...the music, and people talking. Three things I can touch..." I pulled out some grass "Grass...the shed, and my shirt." I squeezed my eyes shut "Four things I can smell... cigarettes...pine needles..." sniffed my shirt "Detergent and mint." I open my eyes "F-five things I can see...trees, moon, shed, grass, hands."

I'm feeling better now, I know that wasn't a full panic attack but it still was scary. 'How can I get home?' I wonder 'Mum and Dad aren't home...I could call a cab though!'

I slowly stand, using the shed as support for my shaking legs while breathing slowly. Once I can fully stand, I head inside. I don't have any cab services, so I'll have to find a phone book.

I pass the porch of pot, and step inside. It's even worse now, I don't even know how I was enjoying this before.

I wander around looking for the phone book, but to no avail. So I'm left to ask people. Manoeuvring threw the party-goers is tough enough, but while you're trying to ask questions, it's nearly impossible. I shout at random strangers, but they either don't hear me or don't care.