Damn, that was an awesome party. My friend said to me, "Georgie, you shouldn't walk home alone"
"I'll be fine."
hat a dipshit I was. I should have listened to her. Walking down the road, under the street lights, all seemed fine. I check my phone, 2:37am.
2% battery left.
Fuck. I swear I wasn't that drunk. Just a little bit. I dropped my phone and prayed to God it wasn't cracked. I knelt down to pick it up and I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head.
I try to dial 000 but the pain returned, worse than ever. I can't see, everything is black. The pain is overbearing.