This IS a true story, and I've had it in my archives for quite some time, unsure of when to publish it, so I figured fuck it, today's a good day, and this, is a good site, so here goes children.
It all goes back two years ago. I had a friend named Ted, we always were on XBOX talking and joking and laughing and fucking around. Well, he lived in NY and was nice enough to buy me a bus ticket to come to his 16th birthday. Well, we spent the weekend hanging out and fucking around, just having all kinds of fun. Now, this being two years ago, I'd never had drank yet, never even had a first kiss. Well, we were hanging out, and he'd been drinking lightly the whole day, maybe one drink every two hours, so he wasn't even close to drunk. All the sudden, in front of all his friends, even a few of his ex girlfriends, he grabbed me and kissed me. This was just when I was starting to come to terms realizing my sexuality, and for the longest time, I'd liked him. And oh god, when I met him did that just become even more, he was about 5'7" beautiful blue eyes, dark brown hair, just fucking, like, I can't even describe him. He was one of those people who all the girls drooled over. And out of everyone, he kisses me, a little 5' maybe 3-4" tall quiet kid, talked to fucking noone, boring green eyes and stupid looking dirty-blonde hair. And he does this like I said, in front of everyone, So me, I get all fucking shy but still grip onto him and kiss him back, this was my second kiss ever. I immediately fell for him and never wanted that moment to end. As the party wound down people started leaving, and it was just me, Ted, my buddy Zack, and a few other people whose names have slipped my mind, and we're all spending the night. Everyone goes to bed and me and Ted stay up messing around on the XBOX, just talking until about 4AM, then I slowly fall asleep in front of the TV, and he goes to bed. I wake up, everyone's still asleep, it's about 10AM and I get up, grab a soda and start playing XBOX. I play for about an hour and get bored, so I go to wake up Ted. I walk into his room and he's asleep in his bed. I'm still super groggy and can barely see, I shake him and tell him, "Hey, wake up. Nobody else will and I want to play XBOX." And he doesn't respond, so I shake him again and he still says nothing. I shake him again and this time I notice he feels really cold despite his comforter being up to his chin. Well, I rub my eyes and when I look at him, his pupils are tiny, eyes wide open, and his face is pale. I freak the fuck out, jump on top of him and start slapping him, trying to get him to wake up. Zack wakes up and yells like he always yells at me, then when I don't shut up he comes into the room and asks, "What the fuck are you doing to Ted, have sex when nobody else is here fuckface." Then he realizes that I'm sitting on top of Ted whimpering and comes up and grabs my shoulder, and he asks what's wrong. When I don't answer he turns my head and asks me again and I struggle to say, "S-Something's wrong with Ted... He's cold... And really pale..." His response is, "Huh?" then he looks over my shoulder at Ted, goes silent then screams.Then he grabs me and tells me not to leave the room and runs through the house screaming at the top of his lungs, panicking. Everyone starts waking up and bitching that he's screaming and Zack suddenly just yells, "Somebody call a fucking ambulance!" That's when everyone goes silent and you can see the color drain from their faces. The ambulance took Ted and me and Zack stayed at his house just sitting, trying to play XBOX, but can't focus. Well, then an officer knocks on the oor and when we let him in, he tells us Ted aspirated and died. That means he drowned in his own vomit... Then he tells us something that shocks us even more. The toxicology reports showed alcohol in his system, but not even enough to be near lethal. Ted was a .03 BAC. A .08 is drunk. They said the alcohol caused him to get sick and vomit, but since he was lying face up, it pooled and he breathed it into his lungs and essentially drowned... The first person I ever felt feelings for, and he fucking died because he was drinking... He wasn't even drunk.. And he'd drank before... I'd even asked Zack if Ted drank and he told me he always has since he was about 13, and that Ted would always bitch at them when they told him to stop, he always said, "I know what my limit is, I've drank long enough." What it came down to wasn't knowing your limits, but the alcohol itself. It killed my best fucking friend, and because of it, I'll never see or hear him again... It didn't even take being drunk... And that's why I'm terrified of drinking.
Yeah, shit's pretty fucked up, still don't know how the hell this was even possible, but this is why I abuse pills and never touch alcohol.
