Flashback Free Writing
“Chug, chug, chug!” The crowd screamed art me as I finished my glass of beer. What time is it? Where was I
Bree Transformer was the average 21 year old. She was in college, a good student, and didn’t mess around… Until now.
Flash Back!!!
“Come on Bree, you need fun.” My party animal roommate Cindy told me, acting as if fun was a needed drug.
“No” I stated, my usual answer for her “Friday Night Fun”.
“Why!?” She begged, slumping into her desk chair.
“Homework!?” I mocked her pointing at the pile of books that littered my desk.
“Please! Please!” She persisted, going over to my closet and pulling out a outfit. I looked out the window already the campus was alive with hoots and hollers. Some guys carrying beer and holding their girlfriend’s hands.
I knew what I was going to say was wrong, unrealistic but I did.
“Fine” I huffed grabbing the clothes she held out to me, before running into the bathroom. I looked at myself. I had my light brown hair up in a ponytail, sweats, and a large t-shirt. My studying outfit. Maybe I did need some fun. I did have bags under my eyes from late night study sessions.
“Fine.” I repeated to myself.
End of Flash Back!!!
Now I knew how I got to this party, surrounded by drunken guys. Cindy was nowhere in sight. I stood up, but came back down with a thump, my head spun, and my stomach twisted.
“Do you know where Cindy is?” My voice slurred, falling into the guy because I couldn’t regain my balance.
“No, and get off me.” He said gruffly, pushing me away.
But I didn’t care, all I wanted to do was sleep!
Then I heard her voice. The blonde was walking towards me. Her hair was messed up and her makeup smeared.
“Bree?” She asked shaking my shoulder.
I opened my eyes, “Cindy? Cindy!” I cried springing from my chair to her side.
“Can we go?” I asked like a child.
“Its only 12 o’clock, live a little.” And with that she left me.
I muttered a rude word, and began heading towards the door. But my stomach twisted and the nauseous feeling came back to me. I ran the opposite direction, down the corridor.
“There has to be a bathroom.” I chanted to myself. Finally I reached the bathroom, and vomited.
“8 years down the drain…” I told myself.
I woke the next morning on the bathroom linoleum, feeling sweaty and unclean. I didn’t want to move, for the floor was strangly comfortable and cool. I let myself drift back to unconciouness, but to be awoken by a small, but rough hand.
“Bree,wake up” A female told me, like a command. Cindy.
“No, you made me come here, and now I’m going to sleep.” I said sternly, re-closing my eyes. But she didn’t leave.
“Bree now!” She shook me until I opened my eyes.
“What!” I wined.
“Go. Now. Its 4 o’clock in the morning.” She lifted me up.
To be continued…. I think???
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