A night with the bottle

The first thing that I thought when I opened my eyes this morning was, “oh crap! Where am I?”

It took a while to figure that out.

I was on a king-sized bed with tons of naked and semi-naked people lying around me. As I tried to lift my head from the pillow, my head started to throb and I instantly felt nauseous. Without thinking, I leaped from the bed and headed straight for the bathroom so that I wouldn’t mess all over myself.

Getting rid of that amount of alcohol from my system made me feel a little better, and I realized that I was in a hotel room with my a bunch of strangers and no recollection of how I got there.

I immediately checked for my underwear, and thank God that it was still intact, which means that I didn’t engage in any orgies that seemed to take place last night… Or at least I hope that I didn’t.

I walked back to the bedroom to grab my shoes and my bag to head home. I felt like I would be doing the so-called walk of shame as soon as I stepped outside of the door, which was so unfamiliar to me.

I needed some way of looking normal because I felt like a mess. So I went back to the bathroom to wash off the smudged mascara from my face and brush my weave that turned into a fur ball.

 

The person that I saw in the mirror was so unfamiliar to me.

How did I get here?

Why does alcohol make me feel human again?

With it, I feel invincible.

I become confident and people are attracted to me.

With it, I feel beautiful and wanted.

People actually want to be around me.

 

But look at me.

My head is pounding.

I look like I’ve spent the night in a gutter.

My clothes are stained, and I smell like vomit.

The depression that I so badly want to escape from is still here.

My heart is still breaking, and I still dislike myself.

 

I can’t go on like this.

I need help.

I hope I don’t collapse on the side of the road while I stagger on home.

 

* image from Pexels.

2 thoughts on “A night with the bottle

  1. Sounds like a scene from Derek Zoolander… I had to check if this is real life or fiction. I know it happens but glad to see this filed under short stories. 🙂 And a good short story at that! Things people do to feel better and/or to run away…

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