I was drunk. Really drunk. I was lead on someone's bed, Smirnoff bottles littered around my body, and cigarette between my lips. I was next to my best friend, Jade, who was as pissed as me.
A couple of face-eating whores walked in, and I screamed "the fuck out of here!" for the fith time in an hour. Some people really never learn. My throat started to twist, and I felt something rushing up my stomach.
I ran out of the house, and into the front yard, before throwing my guts out, behind a bush. I decided I needed some air, already a bit more sober, and walked out of the gate, towards the post office where I could get some water, bread, and breath mints.
However before I managed to get there, my phone buzzed. 'Turn around' it read. That's the last thing I remember, before I fell asleep...
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Always Time For A Bow
Teen Fiction"Oh, and Eve," she said, "there's always time for a bow." •Dollhouse, I see things that nobody else sees• •This used to be a funhouse, now it's full of evil clowns• •Pull off our arms and legs and watch all the blood flow• There's Lily, Stephanie, I...
