Revive Me

01

Rosie:
The smell of sweat rose up my nose and down my lungs. The black worn out couch holding my weight, because as of right now my legs sure in the hell cannot.

My eyes wouldn't dare look around, I've seen all of this before. The shirtless guys kissing the well known girls. The red cups all over the countertops. The sight of wobbly knees and the sounds of heels stumbling against the wooden floors.

The outrageous laughter can be heard from houses down as well as the blasting music. This isn't my first time at this house, at this type of party, at this time. This is my go to. The only place where I surround myself with people that aren't related to me.

I stood up and pulled down my skirt. Walking to the nearest bathroom, I hold on to the wall for support. I opened the bathroom door only to find a couple of teenagers half naked all over the bathroom sink. I nearly gagged.

"Can't you mind your own business?" The blonde haired girl in the red lingerie asked. Can't you find an actual room in this place? I thought, but I remembered that it's probably better to keep my smart mouth out of it.

"Sorry, sorry" I mumbled and hurried to shut the door. Finding the strength and fighting to find sobriety, I walked around the kitchen and up the stairs.

Finally, after what had felt like 10 minutes for me, I made it to the bathroom. I slammed the door shut and made sure to lock it. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair no longer brushed and pretty looking, only in small tangles. Sweat dripping down from my forehead.

I took my phone out, not surprised when I saw the text messages.

Dad:
Are you out of your mind?
I can't believe you dared to open your mouth.
Don't EVER return to this house again.

I sighed, great. My life is a mess. I then decided to open the messages from my mother, praying in my head they were somewhat better.

Mom:
We do not tolerate nonsense in this house.
I have no clue what you were thinking.
Don't bother coming back until you clean your act up.

Even more great, another person to bring me down. Whatever. Turning on the faucet, I put my hands under the cool water and rubbed my face. Quickly I wiped it with a towel and walked out as if nothing had happened and my life was wonderful.