Lost

intro

I think I recall it being at least 3 in the morning when I finally brought myself to actually try to make it back to my dorm room, which lead me to use my feet.

Now I have a clue what time it is. I have a feeling I've been walking for at least an hour, but that could just be the drunk and stoned part of me thinking. At least the weather's nice.

This has been the second frat party I've been to this weekend, but this one was so far from the campus that it took at least a half hour getting there by car and that's with my friend Austin driving. Now I'm way to drunk to calculate how long it's going to take me to get back.

I slowly pace myself down the side walk, afraid my balance will competely fail and I'll end up landing on my face. I stop and stare ahead of me, I honestly have no idea where I am... Fantastic.

I take the next left down this narrow alley way, I think it leads to this old coffee shop I use to go to with my mom.. Those days are long gone by now.

The alley smelled of knock off weed and liquor, probably highschool kids having a little party, nothing's wrong with that, having fun never hurt anyone.

It seemed longer and more darker than I remember, but if this is the alley I'm thinking about I'm 20 minutes, driving wise, away from campus. I reach the end in a halt, I lean towards the wall to rest my limbs for a minute or two.

I find the coffee shop right off the corner of the block and stand staring at it. All the memories of my mother collect all together and punch me in the gut.

"I got out of that house for a reason," I whisper to myself. "He can't find me," I say silently under my breath.