spiked punch

I raise my head from the side of the ships railing when i realize i shouldn't be here. It's late and there's too much drinking. Anyone could get hurt. "Hey r u okay?" someone asks as they messege my shoulder. "yea I'll be fine I'm just a little sea sick." I say trying to get away from him as I regain control of my sight, and of my legs. As I try to walk below deck I can feel my legs start to crumble underneath me and my arms feel like jello. I can see people just staring and pointing at me as they laugh behind my back. It's horrible I can't see straight and I'm weaving back and forth and I feel nausiated, dizzy and whatever word you can come up with. I finally make it down and I feel for a place to sit because I can't see anymore and I find a hard place to sit, but it's to late I pass out. Bt my last thoughts were Ishould of took my mom's advice, never set down your drink and then go back to it after a couple of minutes.i realize this probably sounds more like a short story.                 sweetdreamer* Written December 4th, 2001 © on Dec 04 2001 02:14 PM PST   0 • 10