Spinning out of control like a tornado, I couldn't control myself. My vision was blurred into a mosaic painting, palms were sweating, and mouth was dry. I didn't know what to do. I needed to sit or down, or I would fall down. My stomach was churning, like an ocean, I think I might be sick. I was drenched with sweat in the middle of winter. My entire body was numb; I could hear muffled voices ringing in the back of my head. "Is he all right? What should we do with him?" The noise was killing me and everything was a haze. "Is this what it's supposed to feel like?" I asked myself over and over like a broken record. They told me, "Just have a little, it won't kill you." It was my birthday and this is how I was going to spend it? Lying on the floor in a heap, like a helpless baby. This was going to be a birthday that I would never forget, or remember the way I was headed.
             I needed help; I needed help really bad. I began to drag my helpless body from the floor. "I'm up, I'm up," I declared. Then as I took the first step, I began to wobble to and fro. Just as I would've hit the ground with a thud, someone caught me. They whispered something in my ear; your guess is as good as mine is to what they said. I would owe my life to this person. Is they scooped my limp body off the floor and took me to the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of my savior. It was my best friend, Kasey, man I loved Kasey more than anything in the world at that moment. He had saved me from the worst beating, I have ever known. Luckily, he was as sober as can be or I might have been in some trouble.
             All of a sudden a voice calling my name, "Blair, you're going to be all right!" It was like a message sent from above. This voice sounded very familiar and I was damn happy to hear it. It was my brother, he had just got home from his girlfriend's house, and I clung to him for dea...