Part 16
"There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave"
My eye's snap open, where am I? I can't see a thing. What happen to my eyes? Why can't I see? And how much did I drink to make this headache happen? I sit up, and rub my temples. I feel glass shards fall to the floor when I left my hand. The memories of earlier flash over me, I grimace in pain. The blood from my cuts stick to my wounds. I continue to rub my temples. I need to stand, but will I not run into anything. I think for a second, The obstacles all had a little space between them, but what if I slide a little from the original postion of the vase when I landed into it. I feel around where I am sitting, on the ground to find the bases of the vases.
As I am going around to the third side, my left hand lands right on a pile of rubbish. "I should always remember I am a genius." I sarcastically tell myself,as a sharp piece stabs into my hand. I pull my wounded hand on my lap, and try to remove the fragments with my right hand. I pull out a piece of vase and throw it on the floor, I smile, when it shatters. I struggle on my feet, trying my best not to touch any sharp object as I pressed down on the floor with one hand to get up. I wipe myself off, trying to get all the pieces off my clothes. I feel a large piece sticking out of my right leg. I bite my lower lip, and rip it out. I toss that on the floor as well, I just hope I do not step on the later. I take a step out of the rubble.
The room feels like its moving. I am glad I can not see it, I might throw up. My stomach is starting to hurt, and my head is pounding. Look body, I did not have had any alcohol in four weeks, why do you have to give me the symptoms of a hangover. I lean unto my knees.Please stop moving room, it isn't very nice. I pant for breath as my body finds new places to be in pain at. Tears start streaming down my face. I feel like curling into a ball, but I don't trust the ground. The pain in my temples spreads to the back of my head, and I drop to my knees. I let my hands rest. The pain is emulating from most everywhere, and there is need to favor one body part over another.
They are all throbbing at different beats though, come on can't you guys get it together. I laugh. I am losing it, at least I haven't started talking to the vases, wait I was talking to the room, a second ago, I don't think its that much of a difference. I stand up woozily. Why do I feel so hungover? Maybe I can make it to the bed, to lie down. I lift my left foot painfully and slowly, I set it down gently a few centimenters ahead of where it was. Good, nothing so far. I do the same with my right foot. I continue like this a few feet, then I decide I should be okay to walk normally. That's when I smack right into the table, which leaves a giant gash on my leg from where it hit. "BOTTCHE!!!!" I scream. That one is going to hurt awhile. I inch away. I had been going the wrong way.
Think, Albie, think, in which direction in the bed. I try to think but my brain is fuzzy, my eyes start to itch from the chemical they put in them. I rub them which makes them burn. "AHHH!" Bloody hell, what the hell was this stuff, and why do I have to be so stupid as to rub them. Idiot, idiot, idiot, I inch away from the spot where I am. My back hits something metal. The post of the bed, I made it. I scramble around, and crawl onto the soft sheets, curling up into a ball to wait the next calamity.
"There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave"
My eye's snap open, where am I? I can't see a thing. What happen to my eyes? Why can't I see? And how much did I drink to make this headache happen? I sit up, and rub my temples. I feel glass shards fall to the floor when I left my hand. The memories of earlier flash over me, I grimace in pain. The blood from my cuts stick to my wounds. I continue to rub my temples. I need to stand, but will I not run into anything. I think for a second, The obstacles all had a little space between them, but what if I slide a little from the original postion of the vase when I landed into it. I feel around where I am sitting, on the ground to find the bases of the vases.
As I am going around to the third side, my left hand lands right on a pile of rubbish. "I should always remember I am a genius." I sarcastically tell myself,as a sharp piece stabs into my hand. I pull my wounded hand on my lap, and try to remove the fragments with my right hand. I pull out a piece of vase and throw it on the floor, I smile, when it shatters. I struggle on my feet, trying my best not to touch any sharp object as I pressed down on the floor with one hand to get up. I wipe myself off, trying to get all the pieces off my clothes. I feel a large piece sticking out of my right leg. I bite my lower lip, and rip it out. I toss that on the floor as well, I just hope I do not step on the later. I take a step out of the rubble.
The room feels like its moving. I am glad I can not see it, I might throw up. My stomach is starting to hurt, and my head is pounding. Look body, I did not have had any alcohol in four weeks, why do you have to give me the symptoms of a hangover. I lean unto my knees.Please stop moving room, it isn't very nice. I pant for breath as my body finds new places to be in pain at. Tears start streaming down my face. I feel like curling into a ball, but I don't trust the ground. The pain in my temples spreads to the back of my head, and I drop to my knees. I let my hands rest. The pain is emulating from most everywhere, and there is need to favor one body part over another.
They are all throbbing at different beats though, come on can't you guys get it together. I laugh. I am losing it, at least I haven't started talking to the vases, wait I was talking to the room, a second ago, I don't think its that much of a difference. I stand up woozily. Why do I feel so hungover? Maybe I can make it to the bed, to lie down. I lift my left foot painfully and slowly, I set it down gently a few centimenters ahead of where it was. Good, nothing so far. I do the same with my right foot. I continue like this a few feet, then I decide I should be okay to walk normally. That's when I smack right into the table, which leaves a giant gash on my leg from where it hit. "BOTTCHE!!!!" I scream. That one is going to hurt awhile. I inch away. I had been going the wrong way.
Think, Albie, think, in which direction in the bed. I try to think but my brain is fuzzy, my eyes start to itch from the chemical they put in them. I rub them which makes them burn. "AHHH!" Bloody hell, what the hell was this stuff, and why do I have to be so stupid as to rub them. Idiot, idiot, idiot, I inch away from the spot where I am. My back hits something metal. The post of the bed, I made it. I scramble around, and crawl onto the soft sheets, curling up into a ball to wait the next calamity.