"Hey! Get the fuck outta here!" Yelled none other than Tyler Spencer - The schools most popular student and star quarterback. He had been hooking up with some chick from another school before I had interrupted-Oops.I throw my hands up in surrender and close the door.
Note to self: Never go around opening doors at a party even if your about to piss yourself.
A little ways down the hall I spot and open door. Walking over to it I'm flooded with relief as I discover it's a bathroom. I slip inside and lock the door. As my bladder is ready to bust, I find vomit all around the toilet. I sigh and sit on the floor with my back against the floor and silently scold myself. This is why I stay home and choose not to be a social butterfly. This is why I usually don't let Holly suck me into doing these things. This is why I usually hate myself .
I put my head in my hands as tears begin to slip down my cheeks.
After a few minutes I get off the floor and clean myself up deciding that if I didn't leave soon that Holly would probably leave me.
I find Holly easily enough and ask her for her car keys telling her I'd pick her up I'm the morning to go shopping. (In the circumstance that she wouldn't be too hungover.) I quickly exit the kitchen where most of the drunks are with the keg but unsuccessfully as I ran smack into Tyler. "Shit! Sorry bout' that." As I began to wipe his spilt beer off of me he must've realized who I was. "Oh never mind." He said as he pushed past me with a smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes and practically ran to the car. When I got home I was thankful that my parents decided to go on vacation without me. I smelt terribly of beer and cigarettes but mostly beer, I thought to myself as I rolled my eyes once again. It's not that I had a cigarette or drank a beer, I'm a goody goody as you may call it, there was just so much of these things it was impossible to avoid them.
I ran upstairs to take a shower before the smell of my clothes made me sick. Once in the shower I sat down on a stool and got out my razor. I let relief flood me as I slid the blade across my ankle and watched as the blood pooled around the drain. I cut my ankle instead of my wrist because people would notice especially at volleyball practice. I can't let people notice because in there eyes, I'm just a perfectly happy and normal teenager. If people were to notice then I would lose what little friends I have. I get up and get out of the shower. I decide to put on my favorite purple fuzzy sweatpants and a T-shirt.
Not feeling particularly hungry, considering the nights events, I throw my clothes into the washing machine and go to my room.
I fall onto my bed and a peaceful and dreamless sleep overtakes me.
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