The only thing I could see were old abandoned and trashed houses. It reeked like something had died. I tried to hold my breath, and almost died trying. I was quite scared to be honest. I held onto Matt's arm as tight as possible. I let go as soon as I realized we were out under the street lights.
I turned to face Matt and we just burst out laughing. Once we stopped he kept giving me this weird look as if something was wrong. Before I could stop myself, I grabbed Matt's face and slammed our lips together. He pulled away to look at me and almost immediately went back to kiss me. Even being drunk I knew better not to continue. I knew when we woke up tomorrow; we wouldn't remember this, this very moment would mean nothing; it was just the usual two drunken teens kissing. And not only that, I barely knew him. I pulled away and started walking into the dark night, not having a clue where I was headed. Matt grabbed my waist before I even walked 5 ft. He turned me around and tried to kiss me again, but I put my hand on his face to stop him. Anger swiped over his face, he pushed me back and started to walk away.
I stood there, all alone in pitch black; the only light were a few faint street lights. I started to walk and finally found out where I was. As I continued on, the street got darker and darker and my fear was growing. I began to cry. I had so much emotion in me right now, I decided the best time to let it out is now while I'm alone. I was scared, lonely, depressed, and sick. I felt lightheaded and my feet started to go out from below me. That's when I saw the blue and red lights flash behind me.
