Can't Catch Me

Chapter 16

We arived in a random room in the Motel. There were 2 beds, a bathroom and a TV. Corey and I fell over laughing. I was flying. Like a butterfly or a bird. The beds just made it worse. I was like Alice down the rabbit hole. Down and down she goes...

Corey had manged to stand up but he was swaying and stumbling. His face was wet and his eyes and head kept moving and dropping. He removed his shirt and then his belt. I didn't know what for. I stood up as well, using the bed post to help me. I wanted to laugh, so so badly, but I knew if I did I would trigger Corey.

My words were slured as I spoke. "Are you ok? You dont look ok." His 4 faces turned around to look at me. "Im dizzy." He giggled. "I think that we should only go like this. This way is much quicker and much more fun." His words were slurred as well.

He stumpled backwards and knocked over the TV. He bent over and threw up all over the floor. When he was finished he stood up and swayed over to me. His eyes were falling shut. He tried to push me onto the bed but missed and fell face first onto it himself.

His legs were wet and his pants were sticking to his skin. I didnt care. My legs were also feeling warm and wet. I fell backwards. I saw a bottle under the bed. I grabbed it. It was white and clear. Why would anyone put water in an ornate glass bottle? "Corey, do you want some water?" I asked him. He didn't reply. "Corey!" I slured. I crawled over to him. When I made it over to the bed I turned him over.

His face and chest were covered in puke, so was the bed sheets. He needs some water. I thought. With some difficulty, I managed to unscrew the top of the bottle, and shove it in his mouth. He chugged until the bottle was empty. Then he took it from me and pulled it out of his mouth. "Are you thirsty?" He asked me, with an even more obvious slur to his words. I nodded. "I think theres another bottle of water in the bathroom." He pointed and I stumbled towards it. I ran into the wall and by that stage I just crawled the rest of the way.

I found the bottle he was talking about, unscrewed the top, and chugged. It was flavorless, and once I had gotten half way through my fingers started to tingle and my head went numb. When I finished the water, I dropped the bottle. Corey had slumped over onto the floor and was crawling around in circles. I held onto the towel rack to hoist myself up onto my feet and used the wall to keep me steady. I made my way over to him and gave him my hand. He took it and pulled me to the ground, instead of letting me help him up. I laughed and looked at the celing.

There was a voice at the back of my head, calling my name and reminding me I had forgotten something. My mind was so numb. So was my tongue and my lips. My fingers and my toes were tingling and I had no idea why.

Yes, I was exactly like Alice down the rabbit hole, with everything spinning like a spinning top and the world around her falling and falling into the darkness..
"Luna!" Corey said shaking me. I looked over at him, and dots and shapes floated in front of his faces. All of his faces... "Did you hear anything I had just said?" No to be honest. I could barely hear him now. He sounded underwater and slow, just like the ticking of the clock, tick tock, tick tock... "Of course." I lied. "You were saying how amazing I am and how sorry you are for being an ass." He snorted, wet and sticky. "I was saying you had just been sick all over yourself" I looked at myself. There was puke running down my shirt front and my arms. I didn't care. Why should I? I was enjoying this too much. "Not to alarm you," I said, barely able to form the words on my tounge. "But so have you." He looked at himself as well. "Damn it." I laughed. "And I think you have wet yourself!" I giggled to him. "So have you!" He declared.

We sat on the floor for hours laughing at our own delusional selves. We threw up and we laughed and we tried to stand and we did everything we could without getting ourselves killed. Suddenly, Corey went silent and I looked at him. He had his eyes closed with puke filling up in his mouth. "Corey" I slured. "You'll drown. Wake up, were having too much fun..." I shook him. When it was obvious he wasn't going to wake up, I turned him on his side so he wouldn't drown on his own vomit. Why was I so dizzy still? Why did I enjoy it? What time is it? I looked at my watch, but I couldn't read the time. I gave up. I put my hands up in front of my face, but they never quite made it. My face was wet and sticky, I smelled, and my legs were wet. My body was numb. I put my fingers in my mouth and pulled out my tounge. I couldn't feel it. This is fun I thought to myself I wouldn't mind if we traveled like this all the time.

And with that, I fell asleep, the important thing I had forgotten no longer important.