Ok my god why do I never get it through my head that alcohol should not ever EVER be around me?! Don't worry I didn't drink over drink or get date raped again. As I was talking about earlier I wanted to throw a fun get together. I thought people would enjoy maybe drinking a little with their french toast and pancakes, so I provided a little bit of alcohol. "Enough that ten people would get slightly buzzed on", I thought, since there were ten people going. One of the people that came was a kid I'm going to call Jackson. Jackson was the third one to show up, and when I offered him a drink he was shy at first; saying things like "Are you sure? I'll pay you back 20 dollars don't worry!" I offered him chaser of every kind. He declined. Keep in mind he hadn't eaten anything yet either because we were still waiting for people to show up before we started making breakfast.
By the time we had started cooking, Jackson had had at least a glass of vodka; straight i'm assuming. And by the time breakfast was served he had drinken a small flask of black velvet, about a third of a bottle of Rain Organic vodka or some shit, and some choclate milky alcohol. Not to mention he was asking to break into my dads liquor cabinet. That was met with a swift NO.
Breakfast was fun, we all chit chatted and carried on about how it's senior skip day and we're seniors and we're skipping.... you know, important stuff. Sam was still ok at this point, but you could tell it was hitting him. Did I say yet that no one else was drunk? Some of us smoked, but he was the only one drunk and he really got smashed.
One of my friends and I were doing dishes and all of a sudden there was a big fiasco with Jackson people started getting out of control. He was frantic to get his hands on more alcohol and they convinced him that the coke he was drinking had champagne in it. I'm was still in the kitchen washing dishes and he comes stumbling in and heads for the bathroom and I'm just thinking, "This is EXACTLY what I didn't want to happen". He was in there for a while so we all thought he was puking, but he actually had just broken one of our bathroom decoration... A jar filled with sand and shells. Awesome. I would rather he have puked then and gotten it out of his system. He was in my kitchen for a solid four minutes before an empty alcohol bottle was shattered on the floor. I had tthe other guys take him out side before he went and broke something else. I made him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich but he wouldn't eat it. And he was still trying to convince us that he was alright.
I was so scared for Jackson and pissed and grossed out and anxious about getting in trouble that i just started crying right there in my kitchen. I kept saying "I don't want him to puke on my yard!" what an insensitive bitch right? I think it's because I didn't understand the gravity of the situation. Finally they decided to take him home, but nobody was there so they called Jacksons dad on his cell phone and he met them at the Hospital to. They told his dad where the party was right away.
After I went for a short hike to calm down I called Jacksons phone repetatively knowing one of his parents would answer and I talked with his mom for a short while. She said he's been suffering from depression and anxiety since he was 8 so they're not surprised this happened. Obvioulsly not ok with it, they just weren't surprised... It's just a lot to take in.. I'm very upset about this. I guess that summs up my day for today so far. I'll ahve fun stuff to talk about tommorw.
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