~Toxic Lips

~10

"I feel something so right
Doing the wrong thing
I feel something so wrong
Doing the right thing"
Unknown

Brianna

"What do you mean this is all a dream and my happy place?"

"You seem when you passed out because of the guilt that took over your body and you were pretty dehydrated as well, and this your happy place this the school you grew up"
Her voice was soft and kind, like somewhere I heard it before.

"So when I blacked out, you mean I'm still out"

I looked around and saw this the same elementary I went too and Fergal too.

"You here to see why you feel so guilty, am I right?"

"Yes, I've been feel guilty for a while know"

"Do you know why, you think you feel like that?"

"If I knew maybe none of this would have happened"

"Come dear"
She said then stood up.

I stood after her and followed her.

"If you really want to know why you are feeling like that, go through that door, it would explain everything"

I walked to where she pointed and saw a door, I looked back and it was like she read my mind,

"Hey, it's not my fault you have a pretty crazy imagination"

I looked back where the door was and I slowly walked in.

As soon as I looked their was a huge flash.

When I opened my eyes everything was slowly started to make sense.

This is the day Saraya and I were invited to club by Fergal.

I was standing in the background like a ghost would do.

I saw the party Fergal was having, everybody was having a great time.

I also saw that I wasn't afraid to take some shots.

Like Saraya said I wasn't drunk I was tipsy.

After a while, Saraya was right I couldn't see myself anymore.

Then I heard the same voice that I met while coming here.

"Look at the back of the bar, dear"

I walked towards the bar and I carefully looked for myself.

There it was, I saw myself making out with someone.

Not just a random person. It was that one person that caused all this trouble.

Fergal.

After a couple minutes this was making more sense to me.

Fergal and I in the elevator. That was the same look I saw that day.