The second you woke up from your eventful night at the club, you found yourself sleepily stumbling to the bathroom, quite quickly. You knelt by the toilet, holding your hair and vomiting in the toilet bowl. Usually, you would quickly classify this as a hangover and go get ibuprofen and drink water, and sleep all day like usual, but this was different.
You felt queasy like you were getting seasick, and you felt lightheaded as you slumped next to the toilet, breathing heavily.
"What the fuck?" You mumbled to yourself, pushing your hair out of your face. You wiped your mouth, holding the counter for balance as you pulled yourself up to look in the mirror. Even in standing, you felt lightheaded, you groaned lightly in pain and bent down to the sink, splashing your face with cold water.
"No more drugs, stay clean, Y/n," you repeated in your head over and over again, washing your face and heading back to your room. You shut your door quietly behind you, and walked over to your phone, connecting it to the speaker, playing OMW by Asiahn, bending over by your desk, and placing your silver rings on your pointer, middle, and ring fingers on both hands.
You grabbed your sweats that lay discarded against the foot of your bed, pulling them up. You caught glimpse of your body in the mirror, standing up straight and walking towards it, turning your head o the side as you grabbed at your stomach, turning to the side and rubbing the lil bulge.
"I need to go fight someone, work off this lil fat...my lil tummy," you poked at your stomach before turning around to look at your ass, which was looking fatter than normal, your eyes then drifted up to the scars running up and down your back, faded from the past years of abuse. You then turned back to your front.
You turned your head, a sick feeling coming back as you kept looking at your body. You felt...weird, different even, insecure. You pushed those thoughts to the back of your head as you continued to get dressed.
