He wishes

I was just finishing my second slice of pizza as I walked up to the flashing red open sign. I had to squint once again since my eyes were quite sensitive for some reason. My hand reached for the chipped white door when my stomach clenched. A sour taste came into my mouth and I felt something wicked trying to crawl up my throat. Oh god, please don’t puke, please don’t puke, I thought as panic gripped me. Even as I thought this I could tell it was coming. All I could think was, fuck fuck fuck, as I stumble to the side of the building.

Hot tears streamed down my face as the bile burned up my throat and exited onto the pavement. I gagged as I saw the bits of pizza crust mingle with bile and vodka on the parking lot. My whole body shook and I moaned in anguish as my vision started to stabilize a bit after letting the demons out. _I should’ve stayed with my friends, but no I had to be an idiot, _I thought angrily.__

Still shaking, I realized my knees were hurting me, so I looked down and noticed I had fallen to my knees as I emptied my stomach. I reached a hand out to the rough concrete of the wall next to me and used it to push myself into shaking legs. My hand now hurt, must have cut it on the wall I just leaned on.

I don’t know how long I stood there, shaking and confused, just staring at my vomit, but after some time, maybe a minute, maybe an hour...