It was bewildering; being here…imagining myself just lying in the snow so calmly and looking up to see all the vibrant stars, when there was a puddle of blood beside me. I was thinking as hard as I could to find the reason for how it happened this way, why it had all morphed into some dreadful nightmare. I wasn’t sure if common sense could function in my state of being, but I think that the thoughts in my mind seemed rational enough at the time to be able to recall what happened.
Well, it started off with my friends planning out a trip to Big Bear for winter break, and it was supposed to be just us over there having fun in some huge cabin one of my friend’s parents owned. So off we went excited to see snow, and relax with tons of hot coffee and beer on the side, thanks to acquaintance of mine supplying it since he had just turned 21 not too long ago.
This guy, well he was friendly, and had always been charismatic and funny when we had talked to each other when he’d hang around with my other friends. Through the trip, we became friends almost effortlessly, because we already knew each other for a good while since he was like any of the others I had.
So anyway, when we arrived it was already dark out, and everyone was drained from the long trip, but never enough to drink before bed. I wasn’t too hyped up about joining, because I saw no point in it when I could just sleep and then have a whole day ahead of me for that kind of fun. So, I left to get some rest, going on my way to one of the bedrooms, when he stopped me for a second to hand me a beer, saying that one couldn’t ruin my sleep. I hesitated, but then agreed. I knew that one never really made a difference to how sober I would feel.
We started chatting, and we walked to the room to chat even more, and it went for about half-an-hour in just conversing about random things till I started feeling nauseous. I told him that it might’ve been the beer brand, which sucked and seemed pretty gross when I drank it. But it got weird, I began to feel colder than before, and disoriented, and he looked strangely at me when caught each other’s eyes, it made me feel apprehensive now. He tried to sound soothing, telling me to relax, saying that everything would be all right.
However, it wasn’t all right, at all. I wasn’t feeling like myself at all, but I could tell that this was going in an awful direction. I tried getting up, but I felt like stone, and I couldn’t move; I was stuck. It’s as if I wasn’t in control, and I felt paralyzed. All I could do now was to just stare at the ceiling where I...