Everything was blurry. There was a constant ringing in his ears. Back and

forth he swayed. His head was pounding like a thousand small hammers were 

hitting his head continuously. All he heard was, “Chug, chug, chug, chug!” 

One….two….three. There went one. Then the second, and the third, and the 

fourth. There didn’t seem to be an end. He regretted ever taking a sip. What did 

he do? He couldn’t change it now. He had to force the alcohol down his throat. 

He wanted to stop, but he had no choice. Otherwise he’d feel a hundred punches 

at him. It was too much. He couldn’t handle it. Finally, he fell. His head touching 

the cold ground. He was grasping for air as his eyes started closing slower and 

slower and slower. The last thing he saw was the bright light shining directly at 

him. He let out his final sigh at age fourteen.