Tale of Friends

Chapter 9

Ok important message. I decided that instead of saying someone’s POV I would have a special character. The girls will have cool ones and the guys will just have the letter at the start of their names as I couldn’t think of anything else. Also another note from now on all the chapters are going to start from Josie’s POV cause I find her strange (I wonder why?) and if this changes then I will tell you in an authors note or the chapter name.

Key-

Josie’s POV= :3:3:3

Nina’s POV=<3<3<3

Aleks’ POV=AAA

Seamus’ POV=SSS

If there are any more additions or changes to this key, then I will point that out at the beginning of the chapter where that certain characters perspective is introduced.

(BTW I will start doing random things in the chapter and the Authors notes as ME BE CRAY)

XOXO

Google Girl

My eyes slowly opened due to the current throbbing pain on my head. Jeez my head has starting to pound. I was going to pry open my heavy eyelids as they currently just wanted to remain shut. However, there was a reason they wanted to stay shut, as one had swollen. I don’t think I would want to look at my eyes for a while. Hell they may look like eggplants. The other eye was not swollen however it felt like someone had given it a huge poke. I sat on a cold floor for a long time until the blurriness from my poked eye went away. I was in a small bathroom that was completely white. Well almost. As my eyes crossed path with a pile of regurgitated food I instantly felt my stomach scream at me in pain like it had just thrown up. “Lovely…” I muttered to myself. I stood up and then almost fell back down again. “Son of a bitch.” I exclaimed to myself as I went to try and get up for the second time. Success. I started to walk over to the little mirror that I could see above the sink. Instead of reaching the mirror, my foot gave out under me due to intense pain so I fell over yet again. I am not going to give up. I never give up.

I was so lucky that I was just wearing pyjamas and not actual clothes that I liked as if I were they would be very, very dirty right now. Yes, I dragged myself across the floor. I was sure to steer clear of all the vomit as it is awful enough to spill food on clothes and trying to get the stains out let alone food mixed with stomach fluid. I reached the mirror and prepared myself for what I was about to see. I grabbed the sides of the basin and pulled myself. Thank god I had some upper body strength. When I looked in the mirror and was completely shocked. My face looked so disgusting that I almost threw up again. I looked like I had been beaten up by a professional wrestler, hit by a car and then fallen off a tree and that was just my face. I looked down and my usually pale skin was filled with purple and green bruises. Then I looked down to my foot to see it look a bit strange. Like some of the bones had moved or broken.

“Jeez, I might as well have gotten hit by a truck.” I mumbled to myself. After I said that, the door next to me opened and something really large whacked the back of my head. I was starting to feel dizzy and lightheaded but as the object, which seemed like a frying pan, was swung at my head again, I blocked the attack and disarmed the person without much difficulty. I couldn’t aim properly as my vision was becoming blurry but I just started swinging until the pan collided with something. There was a scream. A really girly scream. My attacker has to be a girl or a really pathetic girly guy. I heard someone collapse just before a wave of nausea hit me. Would it be wrong to vomit on the person who kidnapped me and beat me up? I don’t care and I couldn’t see a toilet to throw up in so I just threw up in front of me.

After my dizzy spell, my vision came back. My attacker, who seemed to be a very familiar girl, began to wake up too. She started to move and I raised the pan and was about to hit her until she completely rolled over.