Crawling to the toilet with one hand on my stomach, and one hand over my mouth, I remember the first hangover I had. Dad doesn't really mind if I drink anymore, he is always out and hardly ever sees me like this. When I get to the toilet I vomit out yellow-greeny and a bit pinky out of my mouth. I look down at it and analysis it for a moment, looking at all the colors in one vomit. I heard the sound of a V8 slowly coming up the steep cracked hill. SHIT my dads home early, he never is early. I stand up grab a baking bowl and take it to my room. I look around, all the photos of me when I was younger. I could of been a singer/actor. But I got caught up in my dads mess, my dad needed help. I look at the delicate frame of when I used to have a happy family. Me my brother, Julie, and Katlin. We were so happy, drugs ruined my family.
