I sat up and put my hands over my head. I could smell smoke from my failed attempt. I could even fail at failing. I had to take short, fast breaths, letting the shock set in from watching my life flash right before my eyes. Everything's fine, Alaska. Everything is going to be ok.

But It wasn't fine. I had just crashed. I had almost killed myself, and then what? I guess I really didn't think that out.

There was the sound of boots hitting the ground as someone was walking towards me. I squinted my eyes, I could feel the heat of a flashlight. It felt like someone had a hot pipe on my forehead, the light mixed with my dying buzz made me almost vomit.

"Mam', you need to get up." The cop I had just crashed my car into was now standing over me.

I nodded my head. But I knew I couldn't get up. If I tried I would just fall down. My hands were sweaty, I couldn't see straight ahead without wincing, and I'm sure I still had alcohol on my breath.

He bent to his knees and put a hand on my shoulder. "Mam. Just, please get up. "

It's going to happen eventually. I put my hands under me in order to get a feel of the rough blacktop. I pushed myself up slowly, trying to do my best not to look like a total dumbass.

"There we go, now get into the car."

I swerved as I was standing up. "Which one."

He rolled his eyes. "Wow, y'all really are drunk now aren't ya."

It wasn't a question, it was a fact.

I bent over and put my hands on my knees. "I think I'm going to puke."

That was not a question, it was a fact.

"Don't puke on me, go to da' side of the road."

So I did. I ran over to the edge of the road, down the ditch and hurled. Hurled out everything, everything from last night. I might have felt a little Miles Halter come out of my throat. It looked like a canvas, a canvas of shit. Green and orange shit.

Then I pulled some crazy shit off... I ran. I sprinted over the other side of the ditch and ran into the thicket of trees that briefly surrounded both sides of the road.

I was drunk, fact. I tripped as soon as I entered that playground of a forest. Some shitty rock I tripped over. Getting back up was pointless, so I just sit there, waiting for someone to come over and put me in handcuffs. This is a terrible way to get arrested. Usually when I get arrested I go down in style.

Not this time. I could hear the moving and breaking of twigs and branches in the background, and before I knew it someone started to drag me out of the woods. I could tell by the massive, wrinkly hand on my shoulder, this was not the same person I was dealing with earlier. Well this is civil. "Sir." I began, "Would treat your fellow man like this?"

No response. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

By this time we were heading down the ditch outside the woods, only a couple of yards from the road. It felt like being a snake without all of the hissing, and also without and control of the body. I had to lift my head so it was chess grated by the blacktop once we had reached the road.

"You have the right to remain silent." Said the cop (which I was glad we was) as he put me in the backseat of his car. He got in the driver seat, the cop I had talked to earlier was writing shotgun while smoking a cigarette. He turned around, "I forgot to tell ya', you have the right to remain silent."

I did not do that. I gave them hell all the way to the hospital.

Present

Wait, Hospital? We're pulling into a freakin' hospital.

I crammed my head in between the two front seats. "Why are we going to a hospital?"

The cop gave up trying to ignore me. "Stantard procedure for an underage drunk. Over 21 and we put in you in dark room for 8 hours.

I don't believe that. "Bullshit."

"Slam!" Both cops closed there doors, and mine is opening. Somebody's grabbing my hand. Some cop that's ate one to many donuts. He unblocked my seatbelt and began to pull me out. "Come on, pottymouth."

"Let me go or I'll say you raped me!"

To Be Continued