Devils Roses 01 - Cursed

the whole way down. For a cold drink it burned. I smiled at her as I passed it back. "It tastes good, but it’s not really my thing. Besides, you don't know who gave it to you.”
    I wasn’t lying. It did taste great and if it weren’t for the burn, I never would have known there was even booze in it. It made me nervous some random guy gave her a drink, and I was sharing it.
    Giselle took a sip and passed the glass back. “Hot guys give me drinks all the time, dummy—I'm hot. You need a little more than that tiny sip you had. It's like one glass for two people; you need to relax. Have fun. Boys like fun girls. I think Shane likes you. He always talks about you. You should steal him from your sister."
    "He talks about me?"
    She laughed. "Yeah, all the time. It makes Alise nuts. Here, your turn."
    I took the drink. I was feeling lost in what she'd said, but then she started rambling again.
    "Yeah, the day they started dating he was going to ask you out, but Alise told him you were already into that yucky Blake dork."
    My stomach tensed. I chugged back the drink. My heart was racing. Alise had stopped the one guy I had liked forever, from asking me out?
    "You’re not like your sister, you know. You’re like easier to be around. She is like really high maintenance.” The irony was that Alise would have said the same thing about Giselle. She took the drink and gulped.
    I took the glass back, snatching it from her hands. I drank a few big gulps, amazed that it tasted so good.
    I didn’t know what I was doing, but was able to rationalize that it was a small glass of booze between two people. I just needed something to distract me from the possible threat, that my legs would get up and walk to Shane. I would kiss him on the mouth and get slapped around by my sister. In my buzzed state I would probably kill her.
    Giselle started to babble but my thoughts were stuck on Shane. I wanted to taste his lips just once. I wanted to steal him from my sister. She had stolen him from me first.
    Out of the blue, and completely without cause, my brain recalled the mystery man with the blue eyes. I laughed out loud as I started to feel a little dirty, enjoying the company of two different guys in my head.
    Unexpectedly, the most awkward thing occurred; Giselle started making sense and I liked her. I looked her straight in the face and said as matter a fact as I could. “Giselle, I love you. You’re so awesome. You know that my sister is a slut and she stole Shane from me first.” I knew then, I was drunk. I didn’t know what the feeling was until the word awesome left my mouth, followed by a giggle. I was thinking about boys with no shirts on and giggling with Giselle. How had it happened? I started to panic but felt like I could do nothing about it.
    She laughed and pointed at me. "I know right. She is a bad person, Aimes." Her face was really serious. I watched her mouth and started to laugh again.
    It got progressively worse, even though we had only drunk the one glass of lemonade, as far as I knew. After a while, I found myself slipping down the wall laughing. I was unable to push myself back up to sitting. Giselle lay down beside me and I tried to talk, but my mouth couldn’t make words anymore.
    Then noises and pictures came in fuzzy flashes. I saw my sister laughing. Giselle was being carried away. I saw Blake standing alone in the hallway. Then Alise came into my view. I could see them talking, but then my sister grabbed Blake’s face and started to kiss him. Blake grabbed her back and pulled her up into him. They were making out, and as luck would have it, my eyes were stuck open. For some reason I couldn’t get my eyes to shut, they ignored my brain. I watched the painful moment while drooling on myself and unable to control my body. I heard a voice. It made them stop and Alise went down the stairs, leaving me with Blake. He brushed my hair from my face and smiled. He said something I couldn’t catch and my eyes shut.
    When they opened next I felt light, like I was floating. There was no sound whatsoever. The music was gone, but I was still in the hallway.
    I wasn’t lying on the floor anymore. I turned around and saw a figure slumped on the floor. I grimaced at her hideous pink shirt. She looked sick. I reached for her but my hand went through the girl’s body, like mist.
    I looked closer and realized, I was the girl on the floor.
    I was the corpse girl on the floor turning blue.
    I panicked.
    I screamed, but