I tilted my head back as the liquid fire ran down my throat. It took a bit before I could swallow. I've drank several times before, but it's always been mixed.
The crowd of intoxicated teens cheered and held their solo cups high. I raised my fist, still cringing from the taste. Maybe I should stick to mixing.
"Hey man. You drunk yet?" Mike said with a chuckle, placing a hand on my shoulder. I laughed. I was drunk. Well, not completely. But I was far from sober.
"As long as your mind is off what happened we're okay." He said. I had forgotten. Only momentarily because wonderful Mikey can't stop talking about what happened.
I had a relationship with Justin for over three years. He was my best friend and partner. We had our little clique. We stuck up for one another. We were inseparable. More commonly known around town as the 'Dope Heads'.
Justin introduced me to pot when I was thirteen. That's how I first met him. Not so romantic. But I soon became a hormonal fourteen year old. We got high one day and one thing led to another, and I gave my virginity to my Dealer.
I met Mike, along with the rest of our group, through Justin when I was fifteen. Mike was our alcohol provider. Justin always had acid. Gabe and Jesse had LSD and pills. I can say that relationship between the few of us turned out okay. We shared. I was having the best time of my life.
Justin and I started dating when I was fourteen. He was my rock. He was everything I wanted and more. Never could I ever had asked for something better. People envied our little duo. We were the poster children for cute relationships. He treated me like a king. I know I didn't deserve what I had. But I miss it so bad. I'd give anything to touch him one last time.
Every weekend is a war without him. He was my reason for keeping on. I don't want to do this by myself. Where do I go from here? All I need is someone to give me something that I can feel. I need him to keep my head above water. I need to hear his voice.
"Kellin, you okay?" Mike asked, shaking me. I shook off every thought of Justin, and gave him my best smile.
"Yeah man. Just got weird for a second there." I said. Though it wasn't a complete lie. I wasn't comfortable with thinking about it.
"Let's get you home." He said. I just nodded and followed him.
He walked with me to my house. It wasn't too far from where we had that party.
I'm only seventeen, but I live alone. My parents died several years ago. When they died, I was taken in by my grandparents. They retired from their job, and gave me the house when they left for Florida. They paid everything that needed to be.
When they left, they asked if I wanted to stay in school. Of course, I said no. So they signed the papers and went on their merry way. Every now and again they'll send a check for the necessities. I make my extra cash by selling drugs. It's not an ideal thing, but I've taken to it well.
Mike and I said goodbye, and we went our seperate ways.
I threw my keys on the table and jumped over the back of the couch, awkwardly landing on my back.
Sleep tugged at my senses. I didn't want to go to sleep yet. It brings the memories of the things I don't want to remember. I always wake up crying.
Giving up, I nodded off into the dark's unforgiving embrace.
