thirteen :: mgc

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Teagan.
Teagan.
Teagan.
Teagan.
She was all over my mind, nothing but Teagan.
Teagan.
Teagan.
It was all a blur, I have no idea how I got to this party or ho brought me here or why I came here at all. It was blurry, not clear. Everything was fuzzy. People were everywhere but I had no idea in my right mind where I was. It was just completely foreign to me, I had never been here before. I had no reason, that I could think of, to be here, I just was.
Even though I was slightly scared, I could only think of one thin to get my mind off of it.
Teagan.
I could only think of one person to talk to, I needed her. I needed her to be here or take me away from here. I was lost, no way out. Where was my phone?
People were swarming around me, my head was spinning, I felt high, or drunk. Either way, I didn't feel like myself. My brain wasn't cooperating with me; hell, I wasn't even cooperating with me. What was I doing.
Wheres my phone?
I was being pushed around by sweaty bodies and loud music rushed though my ears.
Where am I?
My vision was blurring further an further until I almost couldn't see and everything looked wrong. This felt wrong.
What's happening to me?
I went on a small rampage for my phone, stumbling every where I went.
There it is. I picked it up.
Teagan.
Teagan.
Teagan.
I tried to scroll through it to find her number but the light radiating off of it was blurry to me. Everything was out of whack.
I pushed a random contact, praying it was her. I need her.
I tripped out of the building, once I reached the outside: it looked more unfamiliar than ever.
Pick up. Pick up. Pick up.
"Hello?" A voice spoke through the phone.
"Teagan?" I asked, my voice was horrid and I could hardly claim that it was mine.
"Michael," The voice said, this time they sounded panicked and concerned but I had no idea why.
"I don't know where I am- I- I got lost, I thin-k-k I'm drunk or high and I can't s-see," My voice sounded rough.
"I'll find you, stay right there," She rushed through the phone and hung up.
I sat down and tried to think straight but my brain was telling me to stop thinking. I felt sick and gross. I felt dirty. I was lost. How did this happen?
Cars drove by and I couldn't help but think that one of them was Teagan's car.
Teagan. Teagan. Teagan.
My mind couldn't balance itself and was going a mile a minuet even though it was only thinking of one thing. This was happening, whatever this was.
A car parked across the street and my pained eyes glanced up to examine it. It looked familiar but I couldn't seem to remember who's it was. Why couldn't I think?
A girl ran across the road quickly and stopped when she reached me, she was panting.
I couldn't see her face in the dark night, just her silhouette. My eyes where glued on the figure. I was confused but I doubt she could see my face in the dark.
"Michael," She said quietly, as if identifying me. She cupped my cheeks in her hands, and I think she was examining me but I couldn't be sure.
"You're okay," She sighed with relief.
"I don't know what happened, Im confused," I said, my voice still sounded like shit.
"Lets get you home," She suggested and stood up to her full height. I stood up, wobbly-like. She snaked her arms around my waist to support me in my actions.
It was all a blur from there on, I had no idea what I was doing or saying, I had no control over what I did. I felt dead, I felt terrible and there was only one thing on my mind.
Teagan.
Teagan.
Teagan.
I have no clue why I was thinking about her so much but I couldn't stop, my brain was on it own. I wasn't controlling myself.
The night was nothing but confusing, I was like high, or drunk, and I couldn't walk, I happened to be at some random club and I had no idea where I was. Well, I know where I am now but besides that, I was still confused.
I ended up being at a familiar house, Teagan's house. She helped me get dressed and brush my teeth and she basically hand-fed me like a baby and tucked me into bed. I was such a mess and I was defiantly not going to remember this tomorrow.
"Sorry Teagan," I mumbled quietly as she cleaned me up a little bit.
"It's fine, you're just a little out of it," She shrugged and handed me a glass of water, I think. Whatever it was, I downed in in 0.3 seconds.
I felt a tad bit better and my vision was starting to clear up. I could finally see her little perfect face as she wiped some shit off my face, I watched her intently as she did so. Her eyebrows where furrowed in concentration and her lips slightly parted. She threw the gross paper towel in the trash and handed me some pills, filling my cup up with water yet again. I tossed the small tablets in my mouth and sipped down the water slowly.
I felt myself return to normal as the drug took effect on me.
I could think straight now and see straighter than ever and I didn't feel like shit anymore. But there was one thing that hadn't changed, She was still the only thing on my mind.
Impact 2.