Sasha Rosenthal

The Devils Within

It was late at night and I didn’t know where I was. In the pitch black darkness, I could only distinguish a doorknob. I was in probably in a room, but whose ? As far as I remember, my friends and I went to a club and started drinking. Rum, whisky and other hard liquors were being poured in my glass and all I could hear was : “One more shot”. It is hard to tell if I didn't want to deceive my friends or if I was a natural heavy drinker but in the end, it didn't matter. Shots after shots, one bottle after another, I could feel myself getting dizzy over the excitement of my friends. There were something in their eyes that kept me going; the thrill of the situation. I knew it was bad but I was enjoying it. My vision was blurred and I could hear the music playing from a distance; was I already drunk ? I don't know what I was but if I were to it again, I would without any second thoughts.