The Lost and the Broken

Party Time

As we sat, trying to get to the bottom of what had just happened, I wracked my brains, trying so hard to remember what happened last night.

Memories... I could remember fractured moments but that's all. Like a dirty great puzzle.

Then, as the mess of my night grew, my dad's voice faded into nothing and I started to see...

I don't remember falling asleep but I suddenly awoke in a garden. Someone's garden, headache was still there but a lot more vivid now. My elbows were cut but for some reason, I felt happy.

I must be really drunk. I thought to myself. Then I looked around. Nothing overly out of the ordinary here. But then there it was... Music. Booming out of the house, I could hear music and voices. When I say voices, I mean laughter, screaming, singing, arguments. Pure, unadulterated decadence.

That was my cue...