Natalia
I run to the back yard and get on the swings. I sit with my back towards the house. I breathe in slowly and hold my head for a second. I feel bad for throwing wine at Alex... even though I shouldn't! He deserves it! Why am I so upset? I should feel proud of myself for giving him a taste of the same rejection he gave me. I don't want to think about it anymore. I should just let the effect of alcohol numb the million thoughts running through my confused mind and enjoy it while it erases some of my anger.
I start rocking on the swing and get high enough to cause me to giggle. My stomach tickles as I continue to push myself higher. Then, without expecting it, someone grabs the swing from behind and stops me.
