Amnesia

Chapter 4

Okay, so I've obviously used my powers as an author to make some stuff up. Also, I am not a doctor, but I did my best so.

Chapter Four

He was about a quarter of the way through the bottle when the knock came at his door.

Did he remember to lock it? He couldn't remember.

"Sam?" It was Colby. Of course, it was Colby.

"Go away," Sam said. Wow, when did his voice become that slurred? He laughed, he sounded funny.

"Sam, you know I can't do that. Come on man, open the door."

God, everyone was such a buzzkill. He sat the bottle on the nightstand, or at least, he tried to. He must be more messed up than he thought because he missed entirely and it went crashing to the floor.

"Sam?! What was that? Are you okay?" Colby knocked harder on the door.

"Ish fine. 'm fine. 'm coming, st-stop knocking so loud."

Sam stumbled to the door, tripping over an errant shoe. He laughed, that was also pretty funny.

It took him longer than Sam was willing to admit to get the door unlocked, but once he did, he opened it to reveal the concerned face of his best friend.

"Sam, man I saw the video-"

"Ish all fine man. She just-" Sam stopped himself. What was he going to say? "Doeshn't matter, ya know. Sh-shit happens man." He laughed. Shit happens, what a weird saying.

"Sam, what the hell is wrong with you? Are you drunk? Why does it smell like weed in here?"

Colby made to push past him into the room, but Sam blocked him.

"Was havin' a party, man. Party jusht for m'self"

"Sam, what the fuck? Move." Colby pushed him, not hard, but then again, Sam wasn't very sober. As a result, Sam went crashing into the door as Colby pushed past him into the room.

"Sam, what the hell?" Colby looked at Sam's room and it was a wreck, to say the least. The pictures were all hanging at weird 45-degree angles, and the mirror seem to have been scribbled on with black sharpie.

There were clothes and other random objects that used to be on Sam's shelves and desk laying strewn about the floor, making it difficult to even walk.

It also stank heavily of weed, and there was a broken bottle of whiskey on the floor, creating an amber puddle on the white carpet.

"Sam, what is all of this?"

Sam wobbled, trying to right himself. "Told you, man. Ish a party. Celebratin' ma newfound singlehood!"

"Sam man, this isn't like you. I mean look at you. Come on, I'm taking you to the hospital."

Sam pouted and shook his head, "Don't need to go anywhere."

"Sam, you can barely stand up. You can't even speak in complete sentences. You could have alcohol poisoning for all I know!"

"'m not goin'" Sam said.

"The hell you're not," Colby said. "If I have to carry you there I will."

Sam glared at him, still pouting "You, you wouldn't"

Challenge accepted Colby thought, walking back to where Sam was still leaning against the door for support.

Without giving any warning, he scooped Sam up and put him over his shoulder.