A Dozen Yellow Roses

When one person turns your whole world upside down, what do you have left?

I heard him leave so I went downstairs. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass. I needed something to calm my nerves. I opened the cabinet and there was an unopened bottle of California Red Wine. I popped the cork out and poured it in the glass. I gulped it down. It left a sweet after taste in my mouth. I loved the feeling I had while I was drinking it. So then I poured another and another, these I gulped down also. I drank until there was none left in the bottle. However I still was not satisfied. I stumbled my way towards my parent's bedroom. I opened the door and searched around. I found a half empty bottle of Vodka. I grabbed a shot glass and poured. 1,2,3,4,5 times I shot the Vodka until I had, had enough. The Vodka wasn't as good as the wine. I layed back on the bed, barely able to stand. It was dark outside and the full moon was shining brightly. I stood up and wobbled my way towards the front door. Once I started walking I couldn't stop. I had no clue where I was even going. I kept walking until I collapsed in front of a big white house. Someone ran up beside me and put their hand on my forehead. " Maurisha are you okay?" the boy asked. " Paco is that you" I slurred drunkily. " Uh......Sure it's me" The boy countinued. He picked me up in his arms and carried me into the house, then up some stairs. Next thing you know I was being layed on the bed.