Help Me Remember (Discontinued)

Prologue

I staggered through the bathroom door, quickly walking to one of the stalls before I threw up on the floor. The music from outside the room made it nearly impossible for anyone to hear me vomiting. Once I was finally done, I stood back and wiped my mouth with my sleeve. I grimaced a bit, flushed the toilet, and walked back out to where the other people were. The loud music made my head pound as I walked through the crowd, pushing past the random pairs of people dancing with each other. I walked to the bar and sat on one of the stools. I lay my head on the counter, feeling the cold surface contrast nicely with my burning face. I let out a long sigh while sitting there. I sat back up and looked over to the bartender.

"Hey, bartender..." I slurred out as I looked at the guy behind the counter. For a moment, he became a blur, but cleared up again soon after. The guy walked over to where I sat and leaned against the counter.

"Don't bother trying to order another drink. You've had enough, buddy." I stared at the guy in slight anger. I was about to argue and just demand a drink, but a wave of nausea washed over me. I lay my head back on the counter, waiting for this horrible feeling to go away.

"Want me to call you a cab?" He asked, sounding very kind. I felt my stomach doing flips as I closed my eyes, feeling the cold surface cooling me. Since I didn't answer, he continued to make small talk with me.

"Do you have someone in mind you want me to call to come get you?" He asked. I looked up to him with a face of confusion. He looked back at me with nearly the same amount of confusion. "You alright?" He asked, sounding concerned. I looked down to my jeans and dug my hands into my pocket to fish out my phone.

"Where the fuck is it?!" I thought to myself as I brought out my empty hands. I stood up, swaying a bit from being so dizzy. I checked my back pockets as well and still, nothing. Not even my goddamn wallet. I checked my coat pockets as well and sighed in defeat when I ended up with nothing. I slumped back onto the stool and looked to the man in front of me.

"I don't have any of my money or my phone. Fuck, I don't know who to call..." I looked passed the bartender and saw myself in a reflective surface that had Budweiser written across it. I looked at my bleach blond hair and blue eyes that had deep circles under them. I looked sleep deprived and felt like utter shit. I looked deeper into my eyes and thought to myself, "Who the fuck am I?"

"Dude, are you alright?" I heard the bartender say, gaining my attention and gaze. I shook my head a bit and stood.

"I'm going to try to find my wallet... and phone..." I started to walk away from the bar and squeeze through the crowd, ignoring the bartender calling for me. I walked towards the front doors and walked out. The cold, snowy air hit my face and felt like ice against my skin. But it felt nice against my burning cheeks. I looked around a bit at the few people outside. I started to walk towards the many cars, not even remembering which one was mine. I walked slowly, stumbling a few times. The view in front of me became a blur as my head spun. I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling my head still spinning. And then, everything went silent.