"FINE!" I yelled at my dad, as he walked out the door. Sighing, I plopped down on the couch. My father and I have never had a good relationship, but after Mom died and he got his new job, it's gotten worse.
After two hours of TV, I got bored and decided to search the house. I've been playing that game since I was little. Whenever I was mad or upset, I would run to my parents room and look, slowing searching through the rest of the house till I got sleepy. I don't know why, but it always calmed me down.
I took a deep breath as I opened the door to my dad's room. I'd mostly stopped the habbit a few years back, so I hadn't been there in a while. Stepping inside, I went straight to the closet. He usually kept interesting things in there. I looked lazily, but didn't see anything. Just as I want to close the door though, something caught my eye.
Pulling a box down from off a shelf, I slowly opened the lid. Inside lay a glass bottle, the box lined in gold. I cautiously picked up the bottle and popped the cork. I do t know what, but something compelled me to drink it.
I obeyed, sipping the glass slowly at first. It had a peculiar taste, like honey and oranges, but tastes good. Before I knew it, the whole bottle was gone.
Suddenly drowsy, I lazily put the lid pack on, placed the bottle in the box, and slid it back on the shelf. Stumbling to my room, I collapsed onto my bed.
When I woke up, I was in an alley. I saw two figures huddled beside me talking. Not wanting to disturb them, I sat up slowly and tried to walk away. But they heard me, and turned around to say something. I tried to reply back, but I once again fell to darkness.