Survivor

Chapter 1

 The whole room is dark, but I still hear voices all around me. My head is pounding, but my eyes feel so heavy.

"Wow! You look terrible." A male's voice says. I force my head up, but my eyes still won't open.

"Here, have some water, and take some of these. It should help with the headache you're probably feeling," a female voice comes closer to me.

"Thank you. Anything to make it go away. I can't take it anymore," I hold out my hand, and wait for her to hand me the pills and water. I feel her hands touch mine and help guide them towards my face. I take the pills, and drink lots of water.

"There, now isn't that better?" she asks, taking the glass from me. I nod and feel something cold and wet on my face I jump at the touch. "Easy, it's okay," she says. "Let's see if this helps with your eyes." I nod again.

"I guess you're right. She's not used to partying," he giggles at the end.

"I told you guys not to push her too hard! But no, Chris, you and your buddies had to keep encouraging her to try everything," she says angrily.

"Oh, Vikki, come on, she had fun last night," Chris says.

Vikki stands up fast, "You call this fun!? Look at her! She's gotta be miserable! She can't go home like this; you'll get in trouble. Your buddies will, too. Hell, so will I."

'Oh, my head hurts, it's throbbing; I need them to stop arguing. It's making my head feel worse,' I think. All of a sudden, I hear more voices come in around me, but I still don't know what is going on. I feel a moan come through my throat and out of my mouth, 'I don't know how much more my head can take?'

"Wow! Dude! Someone wasn't ready to party," a young male giggles.

I hear a low growl, and someone else says, "Whoa, easy chicka."

"Clearly, we pushed her too hard, and you guys are still high or drunk or something. Please go in the other room, and play a game or something," Chris says.

They huff and puff but walk away from us, and it becomes quiet again. "Now what?" Chris asks, quietly.

"First, we need to clean her up, and then we need to take her home. Sounds like a plan?"

"Yes, Vikki. We need to get her home, and act like nothing even happened here."

"Good, we agree on that. Now help me get her into the bathroom, so we can begin."

"Fine. There's one down here just down the hall."

"Good." They gently pick me up, and pull me in a different direction. "You can help me clean her up." As they lift me, I begin to feel woozy and dizzy; almost threw up. It felt like it was happening all too fast; at least for my body and head.

We start moving down the hall, but not very smoothly. "Fine, I'll help you, Vikki, but this isn't going to be fun."

"No kidding. I never said it was going to be."

We stumble a couple of times, but we make it to the bathroom. 'Not being able to see makes me very nervous,' I think. They help me sit down on something. I realize it's the toilet.

"Grab me a washcloth, and make sure it's damp, not soaked. Got it."

"Yes, ma'am."

I hear foot steps and doors opening and closing, and the water begin to run close by me.

I jump at the sound, and hear giggling. "It's okay, nothing to worry about. We're going to fix you up; make you feel better. Alright?"

"Here. How's this?"

"Perfect. Thank you." She moves closer to me, and takes in a deep breath to wipe at my eyes. She's stern but yet is gentle. In no time, I feel my eyes loosen, and the pain slowly goes away.

"Now can I open my eyes?" I ask.

"Almost, not yet," she giggles. I don't feel her for a moment, but then she comes back. "Here, one more spot," she says as she gets into the corner of my eyes. She stops again, and I hear a soft, squishy noise close by me. "There, now you may open your eyes."

I slowly open my eyes, and see that we're in the bathroom. I blink a few times to make sure I really can see. "Wow! Thank you!" I exclaim. I'm still nervous, no one is saying much. I'm thankful they're helping me, but what happened last night?

"You feel better?"

"Yes, thank you, except for the headache. That's slowly going away, but does feel much better," I answer.

"That's good. If you're feeling better, we can take you home?"

I pause in movement, and stare at her with big wide eyes. Then I turn to Chris and back at her; realizing I don't know either one of them. "Home? With you? I don't , know you guys, so how do you know where I live?"

They look at each other, then Vikki comes closer and sits on the floor in front of me. "It's true, we don't know each other, personally, but we do go to the same school. It's true that we don't know where you live, so you'd have to guide us there. Can you do that?"

I'm still confused at what even happened or how I got here...I don't do this, even though my life feels like it's falling apart right now.

"Hey, look at me. It's going to be okay," Vikki says.

I ask, "What happened last night? Why were my eyes shut?"

They were silent, and Chris looks scared. He finally speaks up, "We pushed you to doing a lot of drinking and some smoking, but I think all the smoking we were doing still affected you. We didn't open any windows, either though, we should've. I'm so sorry."

"Hey, sweetie, what's your name?" I'm in shock.

I never do any of that stuff; that's not me! How hard were they pushing me? It makes me wonder what else happened last night that they're not telling me? She tries to distract me, but my anger gets the best of me. "What the fuck?! You guys force me to smoke? How much did I drink? Did anything happen to me?"

"Easy. You need to keep it calm. We don't want anything else to happen to you," Vikki says.

I glance over at her, and then back at Chris.

"No, well we did give you some drinks, and then once you were starting to get tipsy, that's when you were just taking our smokes. We were angry, but just lit another and had more with you, and same with drinking. You were having a blast," he answers.

My anger is growing more, especially my breathing; that doesn't make sense? I don't do any of that! "And no one touched me?"

"No, not that I'm aware of. Most of us just passed out from drinking and smoking too much."

I feel better, still wish I wasn't here though. "My name is Carol, Caroline. Yes, I would love to go home."