Me&Whiskey

Based on a (partially) true story

A half year ago, I saw my ex walking with a new partner. Actually, that was really okay for me; however, it didn’t appear to me that it was a nice view anyway. I said to myself that I already got over it and didn’t have to worry about my previous torment. I remembered that I kept drinking alcohol so much that I forgot my body needed some purified water. One of my friends with whom I drank that night drove drunk to the hospital. I hadn’t noticed anything until I found myself at one hospital. Opening my eyes, I saw few drunken friends standing and looking terrifying beside the hospital bed. Scarcely had a doctor taken care of me when another serious patient could describe as urgent suddenly showed up in the ER; therefore, I was left completely alone with my friends who had never known how to treat or cure a patient like me. All my friends excitedly said to me that they felt dreadful when they must witness someone who had a seizure while they and I were enjoying at the tavern. Up until this present time, these people had definitely made wonderful friends. Unfortunately, I couldn’t speak up, laugh, or cry in that particular moment despite being supposed to be thankful for all my friends’ support owing to the fact that all of my stamina was replaced by a visual illusion (optical illusion)--pictures of my parents floating around me in the air like bubbles.

As someone asked me whether I would quit my drinking behavior, I had the answer for him or her. ‘Of course. But I still think that the accident could happen to everyone once in a blue moon. And there is nothing wrong if I wanna drink again. I will absolutely and positively drink less than before. Oh, come on, it was just a night at the hospital. Apparently, that couldn’t kill me. As you all can see, my best friends took me to the hospital in time. Basically, I don’t want to be too old to be a party animal, either. I’m only 21, and I don’t want to feel a hundred.’ I used to kid my family and neighbors about the drinks for my weekend routine--I like drinking liquor because the bottles were skillfully designed and actually I just took little sips of the whiskey.

There were a lot of people who had been trying to warn me for years; I had never listened to them. Frankly, I had never gotten in a snit at all. I had always considered that fate sometimes played cruel tricks and it was so natural that I came across such an unfortunate event in my life once in a while. I told myself that I was always plastered after the party and I was all right every time except for the last time at the hospital--I consumed a large quantity of alcohol.

My life had been very well since then and I finally met a new love--the one of my life. I was fortunate that I fell in love pretty soon after the hospital. I believed in love and love was all around. I would create a great impression at the start of this love: stunning, marvelous, and recognized.

In fact, I went to a hospital one more afterwards after I found that my love was finally unreal. I just tried to figure out who or what was to blame for this incident and I came up with the answer--my destiny. I kept telling myself that I would face a lot of great things from that time on. ‘My belief has never fooled me.’ I always cheered myself up. ‘And when I get unlucky, it must be because that was just a bad luck.’ It was so true that alcohol always took over the unlucky drunkards, yet I were admitted to the hospitals twice but left without a scratch. In addition, all my classes at school grew more rapidly.

Of the people who both went to the same schools and worked with me, some often threw these questions at me, ‘Why do I not learn the lessons? How come I would not feel scared if I visit a hospital again or if I buy it in a car accident?’ ‘If I make another boo-boo like this, what would happen to me? With all due respect to these people, I held no brief for people around me. Of course, I have always known that their comments and suggestions were of great interest to me. Instead of turning all advice over in my mind, I usually chewed the fat with my friends.

Obviously, I didn’t feel scared stiff when visiting the hospitals and I didn’t think I was obstinate or stubborn according to most of the people’s points of view, but I wanted my life to be this way. ‘It was my lifestyle.’ I told them. The reason I had never gotten my life changed decade after decade because I was fond of freedom and this freedom would lead me to all miracles and happiness what I possibly wanted. These people would never understand a person like me because they and I lived totally different kinds of lives. Supposing I had kids, I would do things differently with them. They said I never pulled it off--stop drinking, but I certainly believed that it did not mean I could not stop this habit unless I wanted to quit it. Some people were pretty sure that they could assume their future what would look like. Some thought happiness was everywhere; others believed that they must start working and discover how they themselves could make their lives happy. To me, I could imagine that I would be fortunate one more time even though I encountered mishaps!

This is not the end of the story. No one could possibly tell whether this story ends happily until later. The other night, I started going to sleep and I was woken up later in the middle of the night which was approximately 5 in the morning. Since I felt very hungry, I must force myself into walking to the fridge downstairs in spite of being so sleepy. While I was looking for some food, I heard someone whispering extremely closely in my ear, “Wake up. Wake up. You must be alive because you need to experience the people’s pain. The pain was caused by you after you have sabotaged these people’s lives. Wake up!’ Frankly, I was going to not get up again because I thought that I was in seventh heaven or on cloud nine. I opened my eyes at last. I saw some smoke around me so I started murmuring to myself, ‘Am I in heaven? For real? Am I dead?’ This could be my imagination and I might be still in a dream and my dream was mickey mouse. Strangely, every thing in front of me looked hazy and I could not see anything right through the windshield, but eventually I found myself in the car. I stared out of the window and sighed very deeply and heavily just to make sure that nobody was in the car with me. It was a sigh of relief, ‘safe and sound.’ I still murmured to myself. I was so ecstatic that my mistake was not going to be like in some kind of film. I sat still in front of the wheel and continued cogitating on this matter for a few second seriously. Now, I realized that both people who stayed with me and helped complain me might feel very uncomfortable. Not only I had ignored their advice and warning but also I had been very selfish.

After I reconsidered what I must do next in my life, I gently walked away from the car in a stupor on a farm in the middle of nowhere. Honestly, I still thought positively that this was one of my tough breaks. This puzzle left me very confused and concerned about whose wheels I was driving. I needed to move myself quite slowly because I was too zapped. One minute I felt this was my luck; the next minute I began to have a hunch--this time I might get in hot water because I saw someone lying unconscious on the field. I hurriedly grabbed a torch from the car and shone it in that person’s face like inspecting the body. Surprisingly but shockingly, the lying creature was a familiar one. One second later, it was a second shock after I turned around to the other side of that person’s body--there was not only one body there. It was another one or there were two playing possum a little bit far away from the first. At this moment, I thoroughly perused the empty space on the yard. I would say that I vaguely could remember neither of them; however, it was only one that I recognized well--he was one of my best friends.