The lingering stench of bad decisions suffocated Carl, as he clumsily tried standing. His head throbbed; and the faint light shining through the curtains felt like a jack hammer to the skull.
” Where does she keep the aspirin?” He grumbled in irritability. Hangover is not a good look for him.
He took the glass, from the strainer, and filed it half full with water. Carefully, he turned around and made his way to the bathroom.
James, his lifelong friend, made it as far as the hallway. He looked ROUGH… His collard shirt was half His from his hands. He was missing a shoe and sock from one foot. To top off the look, he smelled like regret. Puke was all down the front of him, that Carl could see anyway.
“Wow dude, you must have partied hard!” He said to his friend, while passing by.
Stepping over him, Carl made it to the bathroom. He hoped there would be aspiran in the medicine cabinet.
“Shit!” He whispered. With no relief, he made his way back out of the bathroom.
” Maybe there’s some in her nightstand!” He thought, heading in that direction.
Tracey, Carl’s female best friend, was sleeping next to the sliding closet doors. She was still wearing the cute Al Chazier fleek black evening dress from the night before. He had a crush on her all the while they were growing up. In middle school, during one of the yearly dances, they missed. It was awkward. They bumped heads. They never did anything like it since.
Carefully squirming past her, Carl made it to the night stand. In luck, there was a bottle of medication inside.
” Whew! Thank God!” He murmured, as he popped the lid of and tapped two whole white pills into his palm.
Throwing his head, he gulped the water, washing down the medication as fast as possible. He’d been hungover plenty of times, but this felt different. His body felt extra heavy, and he felt extra warm. It was only May, so the outside temps weren’t the New York hot yet.
” Damn! I’m still not feeling it!” He thought, as he stumbled past Tracy, on his way out of the room. As he approached the James, still passed out in the hallway, his throat began to tighten.
” WTF!” He panicked. Shortly thereafter, his vision began to blur, and he desperately needed to get back to the sink.
Practically plummeting facedown into the carpet, he desperately tried to regain control of himself. He had no idea what was happening, and no one else was comprehensive to help.
Slowly, griping the nearby furniture to stay up, he made it to the kitchen. His breathing now was gasping. His chest heavy, as of cement blocks were loading for transporting. He felt himself slipping.
“Forget the water, where’s the damn phone?!” He mustered out. He collapsed to the floor and laid on his back. With one hand over his heart, he felt a trail of tears stream down his cheek. Ten minutes later, he gasped for the last time.
Sonya emerged from the walk in pantry. This was her birthday; it was her party the night before. She wasn’t going to allow someone to ruin it for her. Carl had just met her; however, when he started drinking he became obnoxiously frustrating.
He made the mistake of getting in front of the mic and giving a less than pleasant birthday toast.
Sonya tip toed over to where Carl laid motionless.
” I tried to warn you, fool! ” She whispered with this evil look to her eyes.
Written for The Word of the Day Challenge; found here🙂