****Octobr's Point of View****
Brightness awakened me quite early, actually. My body felt sticky with sweat and I felt extremely gross. I opened my eyes, shielding them with my small hand. I coughed, sitting up which led to me falling face down in the dirt. Jimmy, startled, jumped up from the pastel pink chair which caused him to trip over my body. He also face planted. I pulled myself together, and got up holding a hand out to Jimmy offering my help. He took me up on my offer. I looked around, realizing where we were. Panic began advancing throughout my being.
"Holy hell, Jimmy. My mom is going to slaughter me. We need to get to my place right NOW." I shouted my mind going from zero to fifty in a snap.
He grabbed my hand and we began running in the direction of the school. My house was only a few blocks away from there. It took us about ten minutes, since we were huffing it, to get to our destination. The school was an isolated area today since it was Saturday, thank God, I didn't want anyone to see me looking the way I did. We reduced our speed a bit in front of the court yard to rejuvenate our stamina. A pang shot through my head making me clutch it with my arms in agony, and my heart was running a marathon in my chest. I couldn't recall another time in the past where my head ached the way it was aching in this moment. A wave of nausea swept over me like a wave from the ocean. Shit.
I bent over as my stomach emptied itself all over Jimmy's shoes. I stood back up as straight as I could manage while holding back more vomit.
"I'm...so...sorry..."I managed to squeeze out before I began puking again, except this time all over the brick paved road painting it orange.
I felt Jimmy pulling my hair out of my face and holding it back for me as this played out. It was a really nice gesture and I appreciated it. It reminded me whenever I had gotten sick during my early childhood. My mother or father, whoever was home at the time, would hold my hair back for me while I was spewing into the toilet. I continued throwing up my insides on and off like this for about ten minutes before my stomach settled down a little bit. I leaned my head on Jimmy and he wrapped a sweaty arm around me as we began inching towards my place.
It only took us ten minutes from the school. The ten minutes seemed to drag on forever since I was fighting back the urge to lose whatever else was left inside of my stomach every few seconds. I think last night will be the last time I ever drink any type of alcoholic beverage. I don't even understand why parents punished their kids for being hungover. The hangover was punishment enough.
When we arrived at my place my mother was sitting on the porch in an old worn out white lawn chair. We've owned that chair as long as I've been around. I stumbled up on the porch fighting the vomit from pushing past the very beginning of my throat. I swallowed it back down hard, squeezing my eyes shut in disgust.
"Out drinking? All night?" questioned my mother.
I looked down at the rock infested ground. The rocks were chalky white and were meant to be for our driveway. They ended up scattered about our entire yard though because as a child I tended to throw them every each way. I continued staring at the ground in shame as if I wasn't listening to a word falling from her lips.
"It's not her fault. I kind of forced her to in a way." Jimmy chimed raising a hand with a smirk.
He wasn't making the situation better with his smart ass gestures.
"It is her fault. She chose to participate. Who do you think you are anymore? Since your father died you have done nothing but act out. You've become such an attention whore over the past few years. Get yourself together and grow up. You're nearly eighteen years old for Christ's sake and all you do is destroy anything and everyone in your path. WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? You're sure as hell not my child." my mother grumbled on and on, each word stinging even more than the last.
