Memories Are Made Of This

I trudged wearily into the kitchen and dumped my worn out old school bag on the kitchen floor. My eyes were a little sluggish and took half a second longer than normal to focus. Drunk with fatigue after a prolonged day at school, I opened the fridge longing for something sweet to alleviate my agonizing sugar craving. A translucent bottle containing a red liquid caught my attention. To my disgust it was a bottle of …

…touched the ground. I overbalanced and flew forward and hit the ground with a thud. My stomach turned in my guts, twice. I could feel the cool wet grass squashed beneath my face. My brain was in a whirl of confusion. I could make out faint murmurs and chuckles in what seemed like the vast distance. This awful feeling turning in my stomach rose higher. It was engulfing my oesophagus, rising higher still. Until? darkness.