Jack Daniels || Michael Clifford ||

16

“Seriously, are you okay?” He asks me. I try my hardest to focus on his face, but he’s just blurry. I can’t make out anything. Everything behind him is hazy and I grip onto his shoulder, trying to steady myself.

“I’mOkay.” I slur, trying to recognize my surroundings. It’s too dark to see anything and I doubt I’m close to home. Fuck, I’m fucked.

“Are you sure? You look sick. How much did you have to drink?”

“I’mOkay.” I repeat.

“You sure as hell don’t look okay. I’m calling an ambulance.”

“No, no. I’m okay.” I tell him, my voice coming out a croak. I take my hand off of his shoulder and fall onto the ground, hitting the ground with a thud, but I can’t feel a thing.

“Fuck, you’re bleeding. Someone call an ambulance!” He yells out.

“Shh!” I hush him. “I’mOkay.”

And then I vomit. Everywhere. My throat feels dry and tastes awful, but the bile doesn’t stop spilling from my lips as I heave the contents of my already empty stomach all over.

Once I stop, I let my head fall onto the cool floor and look up at the hazy sky or ceiling or whatever the fuck I’m looking at. I feel my arms drooping shut as I vomit again.

I hear muffled voices screaming and I feel myself getting turned over. I cough and let my eyes shut as I hear sirens.

 

~~~

 

“You could’ve died!” Quinn screams, tears streaming down her face. “You fucking irresponsible child! Do you realize that you could’ve died? They had to fucking pump your stomach from all the alcohol you drank and put stitches in your forehead from the cut you gave yourself when you fell over! This is the worst you’ve ever done, Azlyn! I can’t fucking believe you! I can’t fucking-”

“Lay off!” Terra shrieks back. “She’s in pain! Sure, she did something stupid but we should be glad she’s okay! I understand that you’re upset but you don’t have to treat her like shit! I’m sure she feels shitty enough with this massive hangover, twelve stitches on her forehead, a screaming friend, and a boyfriend who fucking cheated on her!”

“And why the hell should I lay off of h-” Quinn stops mid sentence, her eyes widening. “What?”

“Michael cheated on her.” Terra whispers, putting her hand on her head. “With some girl named Taylor, I don’t know. Azlyn found out a week ago and begged me not to tell you because you’d make up some big thing about how all the guys she dates are assholes and-”

“Michael’s fucking worse than Jake! How the hell could he hurt her like this? Fuck, if it wasn’t for him, Azlyn wouldn’t be here right now! Fuck, he’s such an idiot and you know what? Azlyn’s an idiot for reacting like this too!”

“This is exactly why she didn’t want me to tell you!” Terra yells back, her voice slightly hoarse. “And you can place blames all you want, but we all knew Azlyn was going to drink herself to death sooner or later and Michael was just the trigger, okay? Just be happy she’s alive and stop being such an asshole!”

Quinn lets out a quiet whimper before she starts crying. Terra throws herself at Quinn and together, they’re a sobbing mess. They’re apologizing and crying and insulting each other all at once.

I watch from the bed, my eyes hardly open as I inhale deeply, sending a pain rushing up to my head. I flinch slightly and exhale before speaking up.