"Britta, where are you going?!" Shawn yelled out the window, but then he knew to let her be. A certain song was repeating over and over in her mind as she stumbled through the darkness. Despite her not being able to see she had been around this neighborhood long enough to find her way around. A pit grew in her stomach and she fell to her knees on someone's lawn and leaned against the fence. She cradled her head in her hands trying to muffle the sawbing. She looked ahead to the shed infront of her, they doubled and spun, everything did. She began to feel sick and turned over to throw up. Her head pounded as the fire trucks blared down the street, lighting up around her just enough to see where she was. "I just want to go home. No more, I can't do this anymore" She whispered into the air. "I'm sorry for all the things that I said, and I pray that you will give me the strength to fight this, I can't do this on my own, please..." The rain slowly began to fall and fog casted onto the ground. She huddled up in Shawn's hoodie and leaned back. She was no longer sawbing but the tears continued like the rain to stream down her cheeks. Everything was soaked but she closed her eyes and listened. The rain was slapping against the tar, the bass from the music at the party in the garage, the wind blowing the leaves in the trees around, and the oil trucks that went by every so often. The words drug addicted and anorexic came to mind, and she thought for a moment before whispering he was right.... She couldn't think anymore. Getting up she felt her way back to the street and eventually to the garage. There were a select few standing, most had moved things to make a seat to sit down. Shawn's radio had been shut off by the downstairs neighbor and everyone else had gone outside. She felt out of place for some reason, even though she hung out with these people everyday. She stumbled into her old friend Rocco, who was just as intoxicated as her and they sat down on the stairs to smoke a cigarette. They talked for a little while about where he had gone and what he was doing. She had known him since fifth grade, and too see how much he changed and how big of a man whore he was, she still loved him just the same. People returned from the store with cigarettes and she instantly found the person she felt most comfortable with, Justin. Everyone was drunk, there wasn't one person that was just a little bit straight. Justin had good intentions but it wasn't a desicion she would have made sober, any sort of relationship was out of the question and she didn't want any awkwardness to ruin it. He kissed her, and the intensity of this feeling made her even more sick. She turned away and held her head down. The next thing she remembed was waking up at 6am in the garage attic with Justin and Shawn. She reached out to pull on Shawn's hood to wake him and then helped eachother down. They walked to his house with Kim and got her bike. Her and Kim pegged all the way home, though she found it difficult to keep her balance as Kim rode around the corners. Her stomach burned in pain and her thirst was unbelievable. She swung open the door and filled up the cup of water on the refridgerator door and drank two whole glasses of water. They snuck through the house and upstairs. She fell onto her floor letting Kim take the bed and fell right asleep. Waking up was the worst that had to come. The feeling of a hangover, her first actual hardcore hangover. Depression was the worst symptom, she felt as if she would crawl under a rock and just die. She didn't care anymore, the first thing she wanted to do was get rid of this sickening feeling. She was disgusted with herself, ashamed, and thought too much of what was said to her the other day. She really did have a problem, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop. She wondered, if this was really wourth the fight.