Story of my life

2 AM. There I was, kneeled over a stall at a bar restroom trying to get everything out of my system. I was drunk.....and also a little high. I didn't realize how long I had been in that position but whenever I tried to move I was stopped by the nausea.
I was crying. Why was I still thinking about him?......probably because he was the reason I went out to get drunk in the first place.....
After 10 minutes, there were some repetitive knocks on the door but I didn't answer.

*CAN'T THEY SEE ITS OCCUPIED, GOD DAMMIT. YOU COULD LITERALLY SEE MY FEET ON THE FUCKING FLOOR. STOP KNOCKING!*

The bitch kept knocking tho...
After a couple minutes I heard the stall door burst open. I was startled and confused but I still couldn't move.
All I heard was the voice of a girl who's name I don't remember asking me if I was ok
*I'm kneeling over a stall with both of my hands over my head, of course I'm not ok*

-Yeah...- is all I could reply.

-You're gonna be okay, don't worry- she said while holding my hair and repetitively stroking my back

*.......am I?*

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Hi 👋🏼

Just so you guys know, this story is based on real life but I did make some major changes (if the names didn't give it away enough). This is the first fanfic that I have ever written so please dont judge the grammar or anything. I know it probably sucks 😂
Hope you enjoy it and if you do like it and want me to continue writing it, it would help out a lot to either comment or like it.

Also, I am planning on translate it to spanish after I'm done writing it in English..... if anyone was interested.

Stay safe and positive! ❤ Love you xx