let it burn

"oh, ow..' she sighs, continuing to experiment with her new found friend.
"common...keep going" they taunt
"it'll make you feel better" others continue
"you start to enjoy the burn after a while" the rest state.

Slowly but surly, she manages to bring yet another shot glass to her lips. Just the smell of it burns her throat.

"newbie", some comment, as she takes another one.

Her cheeks begin to redden as she takes yet another.

"No..don't" her head begins to say. "there are other ways...talk to someone...don't do this."
But it's too late. The last one touches her lips...and slowly the burning vodka trickles down her throat, prolonging the burning agony.

She isn't quit sure whether the pain she's feeling is in fact from the alcohol, or if it's just her head, bringing back the memories of that afternoon.

"I...I have to..." She stutters... "I have to go."

But the music is too loud...no one can hear her drowned out voice. No one can see the tears streaming down her face. Slowly the familiar faces turn into dizzying patterns. Underestimating her state, she stand up.

"coming to dance?" she hears some say.
"leaving already!!" others tease.

Not sure anymore of which voices are real and which one's are in her drunken head, she heads for the door.

"what have you done...it isn't worth this...stop please, before it's too late!" she hears herself think as she drives away.