So a ton of you have been sending messages and such asking how I've been and wondering if I could spare an update on my life. I'm flattered that you guys care so much but all in good time. For now, I have a story to write :)
When I awoke my whole body gave a simultaneous cry of pain, especially my spinal cord which was bent at a strange angle. I tried to move around but my arms were snagged. I opened my eyes and cursed as I had apparently passed out in a cluster of shrubs. I ripped my arms free and rubbed my aching back. I was mildly surprised to see that I had made my way back to the party the night before. I vaguely remembered sneaking back in and getting shit-faced in my bout of anger. I straightened out my shirt and kicked aside a few empty bottles of booze as I climbed through the entrance of the warehouse.
I had to carefully navigate my way around several bodies that hadn't quite made it home. I spotted Damien curled up in a corner with a half-empty bottle of Captain Jorgen's. I thought about waking him up but changed my mind at the last moment, actually wanting to be alone. I wandered over to a group of people passed out around a busted bong and swiped some dude's wallet out of his pants. Grabbing a few 20's and a fair amount of weed from the rest of the group, I evacuated the warehouse and started down the street aimlessly.
I stopped at a deserted playground and took a seat on one of the swings, slowly drifting back and forth. I lit a cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke over my filthy jeans. I had no idea what time it was in Italy. I guessed it was probably nearing the afternoon or just before it. I dug my sneaker into the dirt and threw down my cigarette in disgust, burying it angrily. Watching the flame snuff out made me feel slightly better. But not much. Why did my mind always wander back to Carly? She probably never thought about me like I do about her.
"Sam!" I looked up from the dirt pile I'd made with my shoe to see a chubby, red-faced boy running up to me.
"Porky," I regarded with a nod. He stopped running, puffing heavily, and wiped his greasy blonde hair out of his eyes which shone with glee.
"I knew I'd find you here," He said.
"Real surprise isn't it?" I answered sarcastically.
"I saw what you did to that guy last night!" Porky gushed, "Went crawling away like a worm after you'd finished with him."
"Well I'm glad I entertained you," I said thickly, "Now can you tell me what you're here for and leave?"
"Hey what's your problem?" Porky said heatedly.
"I came to this park for solitude, not to be pestered by loud mouth idiots," I said breezily. Porky's eyes narrowed.
"Why? You thinkin' about that guy that dumped you?" Porky challenged. I stood up quickly and grabbed the front of Porky's XXL T-shirt.
"Don't you talk about him," I snarled. Porky smirked and pulled himself loose from my grasp.
"You too sensitive to talk about it?" He said, "Did that dorky little asshole break poor wittle Sammy's heart?" I gnashed my teeth in anger and felt like I could blow steam through my nose.
"I'm warning you Porky," I said hotly, "That fat mouth is going to get you in trouble,"
"Try me,"
I flattened my palms and struck Porky in the middle of the chest, pushing him back. He growled and pushed me in retaliation. We shoved back and forth until I got the first punch in. I got him on the cheekbone with my knuckles. He cried out in pain but became furious. He grabbed my shoulders and slammed me roughly into the wooden fence near the swing set.
"It's wrong to beat up a chick," He said, "But I don't think you count as one." I took the opening and gave him a swift blow to the stomach. He grunted and delivered a hit to my jaw. I staggered and felt a trickle of blood run down my chin. I was so sick of getting pushed around, like I meant nothing.
"I'll fuckin' kill you," I growled, wiping the blood off on my sleeve.
"Why?" Porky sneered, "Did I talk badly about your lover boy?" I sprang at him, knocking his head on the cement with a sickening smack. He groaned but didn't move.
"Don't. Ever. Talk. Badly. About. Him." I said, dancing over each syllable clearly. Porky nodded, holding the back of his head and whimpering in pain. I stormed home, crashing through the front door and kicking over the kitchen table. The house was dark and empty as I walked in circles, unable to contain my anger.
"FUCK!" I shouted to myself. I grabbed some booze off the top shelf and downed a third of the bottle before even glancing at the label. My brain turned to much and I could hardly function as my phone began to ring. I slid the unlock bar with difficulty and slurred a hello into the reciever.
"Sam?"
It was Carly.
"I'm Sam," I sloshed.
"Sam what's wrong? You sound funny." Came Carly's motherly voice.
"I'm fucking fantastic," I said loudly, "Now I'm tired," My eyes drooped as I swallowed another strong mouthful of liquor.
"Sam...are you drunk?"
"I don't drink," I said, slamming down the phone and knocking back another gulp. I dropped the bottle and hit my head on the table as I went tumbling after it. Everything went fuzzy as my head throbbed and my vision faded.