Drunken Words.
Hey guys I had to write this for my honors english class. I based it off of the song Nothing by The Script. PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK Thanks:)
The guys think this is somehow a good idea, but personally I believe this will result in some disaster. We walk to our local bar down the street from my apartment. It’s near ten o’ clock, but the moons shines, lighting up the pavement. The cool breeze hits me in the face as I drag my feet along, feeling as if I am going to fall over and die at any moment. We have not reached the bar yet and I’m already stumbling. One of the guys picks me up and I lean against his shoulder. “Man you look terrible,” he jokes.
But I don’t take it personally. I know how terrible I feel and look, and it’s all because of you. You. “I just can’t get her out of my head,” I admit, knowing full well most of the universe already knows this. “You are better off without her. Her mere memory is tearing you apart.” I drag my feet along, looking dead at the ground. We reach downtown; lights flashing, signs everywhere. None of them can point me in the right direction. “A few drinks will help to forget her. Come on.” He pushes me into the bar.
As I stagger through the doors, I fumble in my pocket for my phone. No new messages. I don’t know why I tell myself you will come back, but I guess I’m just one of those stranded hopeless romantics that lives off a dream. I sit myself down next to my pal and our two other buds. We order a round. I take a shot, still thinking of you. Then another. You. Another. You. Another. Still you. After one too many I know I’ll never get you out of my mind, and I don’t think anyone can see where this will end. All my friends think I’m going crazy, and somehow to me this makes perfect sense. I need you here- with me. I don’t know whether it’s the alcohol or just bunch of stupid emotions, but I slam my head down on the table. My friends jump. “It’s all my fault,” I whimper. I lift my head up. “IT’S ALL MY FAULT!” I scream. They look around at each other, obviously wondering either what the hell I’m talking about or what to do with me to prevent any further humiliation. Staring back at me, I make myself clear, “It’s my fault she’s gone. I drove her away.” They make up their minds as they help lift me up out of the booth. “Come on, I think we’re done here.”
As we walk around the town, they try to calm me down because I start screaming your name. With each drunken step I stumble. My friends try to support me, but I keep on falling. You are the only one who can get me back up. I laugh, I don’t know why. This isn’t funny. It’s tragic. Maybe if you saw me here, how messed up, how hurt I am, you’ll take me back. For sure.
As I gain balance, I make my way and I sit on the edge of the bridge. “Am I better off dead?” I think. I shake my head. Stop thinking that way. “Guys let me go,” I beg as they restrain me from doing anything stupid. Thought after thought, as the memories sweep their way across my estranged mind, I let the alcohol talk, “I swear, if I go there now, to her, I can change her mind, I can turn it all around.” In the back of my mind I know just how foolish this is. I pull my phone out of my pocket. No new messages. I start dialing your number. I know I’m drunk, but I will say the words, I need to speak my mind. Somehow I think you’ll listen- even if the words are slurred. “Hello?” you question. “I know this is going to sound crazy, but I’m still in love with you.” No response. Nothing. I hear a faint cry and the line goes dead.You said nothing.
My friends are still standing here, watching me. My hands start shaking as I put my phone back in my pocket. Carefully. Then it hit me, there is no one waiting for me anymore. I think again, “Am I better off dead?” This time I nod, as I slowly fall into the water below me. I can’t tell but I think my friends scream as my world goes black.
Someone is pulling me. I’m wet and cold. I am still being dragged, dragged onto land, back into life. I try to open my eyes, but I can’t. Pound. Pound. Pounding on my chest. I slowly open my eyes, to meet those of a paramedic, flashing lights everywhere. I roll over on my side. I feel a buzz in my pocket. Incoming call. It’s you. I pick up the phone and throw it into the water. Leaving you behind. Finally, I’m breathing again.
But I don’t take it personally. I know how terrible I feel and look, and it’s all because of you. You. “I just can’t get her out of my head,” I admit, knowing full well most of the universe already knows this. “You are better off without her. Her mere memory is tearing you apart.” I drag my feet along, looking dead at the ground. We reach downtown; lights flashing, signs everywhere. None of them can point me in the right direction. “A few drinks will help to forget her. Come on.” He pushes me into the bar.
As I stagger through the doors, I fumble in my pocket for my phone. No new messages. I don’t know why I tell myself you will come back, but I guess I’m just one of those stranded hopeless romantics that lives off a dream. I sit myself down next to my pal and our two other buds. We order a round. I take a shot, still thinking of you. Then another. You. Another. You. Another. Still you. After one too many I know I’ll never get you out of my mind, and I don’t think anyone can see where this will end. All my friends think I’m going crazy, and somehow to me this makes perfect sense. I need you here- with me. I don’t know whether it’s the alcohol or just bunch of stupid emotions, but I slam my head down on the table. My friends jump. “It’s all my fault,” I whimper. I lift my head up. “IT’S ALL MY FAULT!” I scream. They look around at each other, obviously wondering either what the hell I’m talking about or what to do with me to prevent any further humiliation. Staring back at me, I make myself clear, “It’s my fault she’s gone. I drove her away.” They make up their minds as they help lift me up out of the booth. “Come on, I think we’re done here.”
As we walk around the town, they try to calm me down because I start screaming your name. With each drunken step I stumble. My friends try to support me, but I keep on falling. You are the only one who can get me back up. I laugh, I don’t know why. This isn’t funny. It’s tragic. Maybe if you saw me here, how messed up, how hurt I am, you’ll take me back. For sure.
As I gain balance, I make my way and I sit on the edge of the bridge. “Am I better off dead?” I think. I shake my head. Stop thinking that way. “Guys let me go,” I beg as they restrain me from doing anything stupid. Thought after thought, as the memories sweep their way across my estranged mind, I let the alcohol talk, “I swear, if I go there now, to her, I can change her mind, I can turn it all around.” In the back of my mind I know just how foolish this is. I pull my phone out of my pocket. No new messages. I start dialing your number. I know I’m drunk, but I will say the words, I need to speak my mind. Somehow I think you’ll listen- even if the words are slurred. “Hello?” you question. “I know this is going to sound crazy, but I’m still in love with you.” No response. Nothing. I hear a faint cry and the line goes dead.You said nothing.
My friends are still standing here, watching me. My hands start shaking as I put my phone back in my pocket. Carefully. Then it hit me, there is no one waiting for me anymore. I think again, “Am I better off dead?” This time I nod, as I slowly fall into the water below me. I can’t tell but I think my friends scream as my world goes black.
Someone is pulling me. I’m wet and cold. I am still being dragged, dragged onto land, back into life. I try to open my eyes, but I can’t. Pound. Pound. Pounding on my chest. I slowly open my eyes, to meet those of a paramedic, flashing lights everywhere. I roll over on my side. I feel a buzz in my pocket. Incoming call. It’s you. I pick up the phone and throw it into the water. Leaving you behind. Finally, I’m breathing again.
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Cool.