Gone.

Chapter Two - Turn Back

I remember it in specific detail. Every single one.. The night it happened..
It was my 16th birthday, we'd been together for almost two years then. His best friend Cameron, was throwing a party that night, and Ethan thought it'd be a good way to celebrate, which I agree with.. I remember getting ready for it, nervous yet excited, picking out the perfect outfit, one that would catch Ethan's attention, but nobody else's. Ethan was the one for me, and I was the one for him, he always came to my aid when I was at my lowest, and I was there for him in return..
He picked me up at 10, he even helped me make up a cover story to make my parents believe I was staying the night at my friend Kelly's house, which of course, they approved.
We arrived at Cameron's late and immediately smelled the familiar scent of pot looming through the air as we entered.. The house was packed full, music blasting, people dancing, the works.. Ethan led me towards the bar where Dylan was happily mixing and handing out drinks. "Hey guys,
Cameron's upstairs with Kelly if you need em'"
He nodded to us both, extending both hands with drinks filled to the brim. We accepted without question, and ended up drinking a lot more.. My alcohol tolerance has always been higher than Ethan's, so when I noticed he started acting tipsy, I led him to a locked room upstairs with the approval of Cameron.
I went downstairs and searched through the crowd for anyone I knew, nobody. I would go upstairs with Cameron and Kelly but I'd just be a third wheel..
I eventually found a small circle of people I hadn't met, but quickly bonded with them when a greasy haired boy began rolling a blunt, "As the newest arrival, you madam, get the first pull."
I happily obliged and took two, slowly exhaling with my eyes happily shut each time.
"You know," A red haired girl spoke up,
"You shouldn't have too much of that.. It's straight from Colorado.."
I laughed taking another, "Fuck it, it's my birthday.."

Soon I became disoriented , and decided I would feel better curled up with Ethan. I made my way upstairs somehow and made my way down the dark hallway, as I approached the room I heard soft grunts coming from inside. Poor baby must be sick.. I thought to myself. I opened the door and sobered up quick, there I saw Margo Anne, the slut of the school, riding him in full lingerie.
I slammed the door without saying a word and went downstairs, my vision blurred. I realized I was unable to go home that night so I did what felt right at the moment..

I feel asleep that night hiding behind a small sofa in the living room, crying quietly so I wouldn't be discovered.