Creative Writing: The Brew

The Brew

I hated that party. I hated those drinks. I hated myself. I walked into the bustling party of my parent's house. It was filled with people I didn’t even know, but the familiar faces were only my parents and sister. They were in the kitchen was filled to the max with people. I trudged my way through the crowd when I got to my sister, she was elated to see me. I asked, “Why are there so many people at my birthday party?”
“Mom and Dad invited everyone in the neighborhood,” She replied.
My parents weren’t the social type so it was weird. I found my parents at the sink chatting.
I walked up and asked, “Why did you invite so many people?”
“We wanted everyone to know that you were turning 25.” Mom replied
I understood

and walked away. I took a quick glance back and found my Dad pointing to the utility room. I opened the heavy metal door to find a bottle of whiskey and a note on it. It reads “ I saved this for a while so I thought it would be a little birthday present”. It didn’t have a name on the note, but I knew it was from my father. I decided to take a swig it was smooth. I walked out the door and gave my dad a quick thumbs up, he nodded. I placed the bottle down where I found it and went into the hallway. Everything was the way I remembered it being when I grew up in this house. As I stood in the hallway remembering the past, I went upstairs to my room to find a present that was more decorated, I was guessing it was from my mom or sister. It was a shared present from both of them. I opened to find an old computer I remember playing on a lot as a kid and a bottle of wine. My mom and sister have tried me to get into wine, but it wasn’t my favorite, but I drank some of it anyway. I went back downstairs to find my sister in the hallway holding two cups and smiling. I walked over to her and grabbed one, it was an alcoholic drink.
“What is in this?” I asked
“Something special.” She replied
I decided to chug it (bad idea). After an hour later most of the people had left me and my sister was sitting on the couch drunk when she said.
“Can you drive me home?”
“Sure,” I replied
We got up I grabbed my keys and went to the car. When we got in I started the engine and we were off. As we were on the freeway driving started to seem weird and hard to me. Five minutes later it got super hard to stay in the lane. Then all I hear is the crash of a car, then I wake up to find my sister with life leaving her body.