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Title: I Won't Drink Tonight
Fandom: McFly
Characters: Dougie Poynter (main), Harry Judd, Danny Jones, Tom Fletcher, James Bourne
Prompt: Circles
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 710
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Here we go, around and around again in circles...
Author's Notes: Dougie jots down his scattered memories in his journal. A death occurs, but it is by no means graphic. Alcohol abuse occurs as well, so please be warned.
Laughter. The contagious sound of people having a good time. The television wasn’t very loud, but we watched it intently. The pizza had just arrived. There were four of us. Harry, my best mate, along with two others I knew, but wasn’t very close to. Danny and Tom were their names.
I won’t drink tonight I told myself. We do this every week. I need to stop drinking. There was no alcohol in the house. I felt safe.
Suddenly the front door swung open and a crowd of people entered the house. There must have been about six of them. None of whom I recognized. Harry looked just as surprised as I was.
"I hope you guys don’t mind, I invited a few friends" Danny said. Three more people came in, each holding a case of beer. I recognized one of them as James, an old acquaintance of mine. By the time all of the strangers had settled, there were about seven or eight cases of beer on the floor of the living room.
Slowly the cases emptied. So much for staying sober, I remember thinking. More and more people entered the house, each one joining us. A keg of beer arrived, and another, and then another. Four more hours passed before Harry and I decided to leave. I made my way out the door. I was surprised I could walk as well as I did.
I heard a slurred voice and a humming from behind me. It was Harry in his jeep.
"Aye, yathink drivin' za good idea?" I asked, and began laughing at how drunk I sounded. Harry laughed too. Then he sped off down the street. He didn’t answer me.
I turned the corner and flinched from what I saw up ahead. Those lights. So bright. Ringing, too loud. My head. I need to stop drinking. As I got closer to the lights and the ringing, I realized what was going on. They were sirens. It was an ambulance, and a few police cars. There was a loud scream. My ears. My head. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw it clearly. Two smashed vehicles. People crying and panicking, and beds on wheels. Stretchers. Four of them. My heart stopped when I recognized one of the vehicles. I had an overwhelming urge to vomit.
Harry’s jeep. I ran as best I could to the crash.
I screamed Harry's name. Then flinched again as a shockwave of pain rang in my head, and I stumbled trying to find him. Christ, okay don’t scream. Harry...where are you? I was stopped short by a police officer. He motioned me away. Very politely told me to bugger off. I started walking home, not wanting to cause trouble. Thoughts and worries flooded my mind. Is he dead? Why didn’t I stop him from driving? It’s all my fault. Jesus, what the devil-? Interrupted by a sharp, burning pain in my temple. This hurts too much. I need to stop drinking.
A loud ringing beside my ear. My head...God dammit, it’s too loud. Wait, that’s the telephone.
"'lo?" I moaned into the receiver. It was the police. Harry was killed instantly. In the other car, there was a woman, twenty-two years old, with two young children, ages one and four. The woman was killed instantly, and the children died in the hospital. I hung up the phone as tears streamed down my cheeks. I could have stopped it. If only I hadn’t let him drive! If only we didn’t drink. If only James didn’t bring the beer. If only, if only. But it’s too late. He’s gone. My head hurts.
Laughter. The contagious sound of people having a good time. The pizza just arrived, and we were enjoying it while a movie was playing. I won’t drink tonight. We do this every week. The door swung open, and in walked James, along with a few other people, each holding a case of beer. A few tears began to trickle down my cheek. I stood up and pushed past the new arrivals. I turned onto the sidewalk and began walking home. My best mate is dead. So are three other innocent young people. I won’t drink tonight. I WON’T drink tonight.
Fandom: McFly
Characters: Dougie Poynter (main), Harry Judd, Danny Jones, Tom Fletcher, James Bourne
Prompt: Circles
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 710
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Here we go, around and around again in circles...
Author's Notes: Dougie jots down his scattered memories in his journal. A death occurs, but it is by no means graphic. Alcohol abuse occurs as well, so please be warned.
Laughter. The contagious sound of people having a good time. The television wasn’t very loud, but we watched it intently. The pizza had just arrived. There were four of us. Harry, my best mate, along with two others I knew, but wasn’t very close to. Danny and Tom were their names.
I won’t drink tonight I told myself. We do this every week. I need to stop drinking. There was no alcohol in the house. I felt safe.
Suddenly the front door swung open and a crowd of people entered the house. There must have been about six of them. None of whom I recognized. Harry looked just as surprised as I was.
"I hope you guys don’t mind, I invited a few friends" Danny said. Three more people came in, each holding a case of beer. I recognized one of them as James, an old acquaintance of mine. By the time all of the strangers had settled, there were about seven or eight cases of beer on the floor of the living room.
Slowly the cases emptied. So much for staying sober, I remember thinking. More and more people entered the house, each one joining us. A keg of beer arrived, and another, and then another. Four more hours passed before Harry and I decided to leave. I made my way out the door. I was surprised I could walk as well as I did.
I heard a slurred voice and a humming from behind me. It was Harry in his jeep.
"Aye, yathink drivin' za good idea?" I asked, and began laughing at how drunk I sounded. Harry laughed too. Then he sped off down the street. He didn’t answer me.
I turned the corner and flinched from what I saw up ahead. Those lights. So bright. Ringing, too loud. My head. I need to stop drinking. As I got closer to the lights and the ringing, I realized what was going on. They were sirens. It was an ambulance, and a few police cars. There was a loud scream. My ears. My head. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw it clearly. Two smashed vehicles. People crying and panicking, and beds on wheels. Stretchers. Four of them. My heart stopped when I recognized one of the vehicles. I had an overwhelming urge to vomit.
Harry’s jeep. I ran as best I could to the crash.
I screamed Harry's name. Then flinched again as a shockwave of pain rang in my head, and I stumbled trying to find him. Christ, okay don’t scream. Harry...where are you? I was stopped short by a police officer. He motioned me away. Very politely told me to bugger off. I started walking home, not wanting to cause trouble. Thoughts and worries flooded my mind. Is he dead? Why didn’t I stop him from driving? It’s all my fault. Jesus, what the devil-? Interrupted by a sharp, burning pain in my temple. This hurts too much. I need to stop drinking.
A loud ringing beside my ear. My head...God dammit, it’s too loud. Wait, that’s the telephone.
"'lo?" I moaned into the receiver. It was the police. Harry was killed instantly. In the other car, there was a woman, twenty-two years old, with two young children, ages one and four. The woman was killed instantly, and the children died in the hospital. I hung up the phone as tears streamed down my cheeks. I could have stopped it. If only I hadn’t let him drive! If only we didn’t drink. If only James didn’t bring the beer. If only, if only. But it’s too late. He’s gone. My head hurts.
Laughter. The contagious sound of people having a good time. The pizza just arrived, and we were enjoying it while a movie was playing. I won’t drink tonight. We do this every week. The door swung open, and in walked James, along with a few other people, each holding a case of beer. A few tears began to trickle down my cheek. I stood up and pushed past the new arrivals. I turned onto the sidewalk and began walking home. My best mate is dead. So are three other innocent young people. I won’t drink tonight. I WON’T drink tonight.