"My whole world had fallen apart."
Original story by Chris Andrade
I didn't even know what the time was or even the day of the week. The only thing I had on my mind was that maybe I shouldn't have gone to this party. Maybe I should've just stood home and caught up on my studies for once, but of course I didn't. After what felt like a few hours had passed I tried to find my way to to the restroom. At this point I had been pretty wasted and couldn't even walk in a straight line, but nonetheless I managed to make my way to the bathroom. While waiting for someone else to finish up I had overheard something that really put things into perspective for me. Two girls were conversing on how one had caught their boyfriend cheating on her. I don't quite remember everything she had said but one thing I do remember her saying was how she had felt like her whole world had fallen apart. Soon after she had said that I entered the bathroom and locked the door behind me so I wouldn't have been disturbed. Even while I had been doing my business, those girl's words still lingered in my mind. "My whole world had fallen apart", never had such words spoken so truthfully to me. I too had felt that same way for such a long time, I never spoke about it to anyone because I had felt as if I did I would seem like someone just seeking attention. I had felt so empty for so long that I looked for something to fill that empty void in my life with that I didn't care what it was. I then became solely dependant on alcohol and anything else that could numb my pain and my thoughts. Any chance that would come way that would involve me going out and getting drunk was almost always seized. After realizing I had been in the bathroom for a while I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and dressed myself up. While reaching for the doorknob I had caught a glimpse of something. I had turned to the mirror and saw something that I had always feared what would happen. I had seen the empty shell of the person I had once been. I couldn't even recognize myself anymore. The eyes that were once filled with such life were now completely drained and seemed empty. Bags under my eyes due to all the sleepless nights. I could feel the tears swelling up, but I held them back and unlocked the doorknob. Before returning to the party I had asked myself something, did I really wanna go back? I could just go home right now and try to get some rest and tomorrow I would choose to better my life. Of course I didn't do that l. I often tried to drink myself to death and end my troubles, but then I had learned I had always been dead inside. I opened the door and made my way back down to the party. The least I could do was try to forget the encounter I just had by drowning it with alcohol. I wasn't happy, but then again, are any of us truly happy?