Fairy Tale

Chapter 5: Sophie Johnson

I woke up, not sure where I was. I slowly opened my eyes as the Sun shone through them.

Wh-What happened?

I groggily sat up to find my whole back yard, trashed. Suddenly, the memories come back to me.

Flashback:

More and more people arrived over the next hour; I was so excited! I cranked up the music to the ultimate high, blaring my eardrums, but I didn't care.

The last guest to arrive was one of my best friends, Mariah. She walked in, holding a 6-pack of beer in one hand, and a pack of wine in the other.

"Mariah...I'm not so sure we should have that here..." I started feeling uncertain about this party. I didn't know people would be bringing drugs.

"Relax, Soph. Enjoy the party!" she said in a slurred voice. Apparently she had already been drinking before she got here.

"Mariah, please. What would happen if the cops showed up?"

She uncapped a wine and put it in my hand. "Drink. Now. Let your worries get washed away."

Uncertain, I took a sip. Mm. That was actually pretty good. I took another swig.

"See? You've got it! You just keep drinking, 'kay?" she sashayed off and Sydney put her arm around my shoulder. "Mind if I have a drink?" she asked.

"Sure, why not?" I handed her the bottle, and went in search for another drink. I saw Mariah come in and out with some of her buddies with loads of beer, wine, whiskey, and other assorted alcohol.

I laughed and shook my head, which soon filled with worry. What would my mother say? I shrugged it off and grabbed another bottle. I would wash my worries away.

The night got even crazier, with everyone drunk.

Soon, everything throughout the house was a complete disaster: The couch was in the back lawn, some of my bras were hanging on the chandelier, and people had started to write on the walls.

I didn't care though. I was defying my mother, and that was all that mattered.

But what would Dad say?

The little voice in the back of my head started nagging me about what my father would think about all of this if he were still here.

You don't want to disappoint him, do you?

I didn't. But it was too late. I couldn't stop the chaos that had started.

I am so disappointed in you.

I could hear my father's voice speaking now. I sat down in the middle of the lawn, drinking more and more. I felt like I was going to throw up.

This was a mistake...

I started to worry about the alcohol in my hand. What if I got addicted? What would happen to me?

I'm sorry mother, father. I will never do this again. I promise. I promise...

Blackness.

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I closed my eyes as I remembered the events of the night before. I could feel the alcohol churning in my stomach, as it forced it's way up and through my mouth.

I wiped my mouth with my arm and made my way back to the house, shaking, barely making it to the back steps.

I lied down on the patio and stared at the sky.