The sixth shot goes down my throat, leaving a burning sensation in its wake. Maybe I should have listened to my friends and stopped drinking on the fourth, but it's Halloween, the night is young, and our fraternity throws the best parties on campus.

My favorite song starts playing, and without a second thought, I jump up on the kitchen table, knocking over a few glasses of drink in my wake. Everyone cheers me on, and I start singing out loud. I've always been good at it, and people love it when I get crazy like this.

I do a little spin while dancing and slip on the liquid from a glass I knocked over while climbing, causing me to fall to the kitchen floor with a loud crash. The voices around me fall silent, and everything goes dark. Damn, I really took a big fall.

When I open my eyes again, I have white wings and a halo of light crouching over me. A fucking angel. Am I really going to die like this?

"No... don't take me yet please... I'm young and I have a lot of desire to live... I promise to go to class more often but please don't take me with you..." I mumble while trying to stop my head from spinning.