The Big Night

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: November 22, 2008

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The Big Night

Finn Montgomery © 2008

 

The next morning I was awoken by a thumping headache as the previous night’s session finally hit home.  The so-called “come down” had arrived and even brought friends.  Mouth parched, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.  Eyelids hanging heavy, the morning’s sun shone through the crack in the hastily pulled curtains.  Rolling over onto my stomach, my eyes fell to the floor, my dirt-stained shoes induced a flashback and I vaguely remembered the sense of overwhelming awe I had felt all night. 

 

Groaning, I tried shutting my eyes but this only made me aware of the pain in my stomach.  Ecstasy wasn’t as fun as it had been described.  My lips felt sore and cracked.  With an effort, I dragged myself out of the bed to go get a glass of water.  Slowly, I made my way to the kitchen, step my step, as if a child taking its first tentative steps, unsure of my footing.

 

Feeling dizzy, I reached out to the counter to steady myself, as flashing dots in my eye line warned me too late of the impending seizure, I cried out as my eyes rolled back and fell to the floor, smacking my head in the process.  I lay convulsing.

 

Voices overhead slowly brought me around, the flashing lights of the ambulance in the corner of my eye.  Gently I felt a pair of hands lift my body onto the sitting room couch.  “Alright trooper? How are you feeling now?” A warm friendly male voice asked. “Have you taken any drugs or anything that might of interfered with your medication?”  Trying to response I stumbled over my words.  “It’s alright, just relax for a minute, can you tell me what day it is?” guessing wrong, I felt my eyelids being held open as a light flashed into them.  “Just going to take a short ride in the ambulance” I heard him in the distance as I zoned in an out of conscience.  I tried to talk as he wheeled me out the door to the ambulance.  In a semi conscience state I decided there and then never to experiment with drugs again.

 


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