Girl On Fire

9

The next morning, I woke up alone in the large guest room with extreme nausea. I quickly rolled out of the bed and ran straight to the guest bathroom that was connected to the room, lifting up the seat and releasing it all. Feeling it come through my mouth and nose.

"Fuck." I muttered, gasping for air over the toilet. I knew I was going to feel like shit the next day, but I didn't think it would be this bad. I've never experienced a bad hangover before, so this was a first.

I sat there for another two minutes, forcing myself to throw up with my fingers so I could get it all out, getting horrible memories of high schools when I would force myself in the school bathroom after lunch. I hated throwing up.

Once I finished, I leaned against the counter and tied my hair up, rinsing my mouth out with water from the sink, trying to calm myself down before I end up with a panic attack. I took deep breaths to calm down, feeling the tears prickling my eyes and pins and needles in my feet and fingers.

"Fucking, shit." I cursed at myself, walking back and forth in the bathroom in attempt to calm down. Suddenly I heard a knock on the bedroom door and it clicking open.

"Hey, I heard you yackin, so I brought some water and a burger from McDonald's." Josh said, entering the room and closing the door behind him. I gagged at the mention of food.

"If you don't eat it, I will." He added. I stopped in front of the mirror, leaning against it with my hands while closing my eyes to get rid of the tears faster.

"Corbin? You didn't pass out in there, did you?" He asked, worry lacing his tone. Once he appeared around the corner, we made eye contact in the mirror. I just about broke down in silence, trying my hardest to stop it. The tears kept rolling down my face. I didn't want to cry in front of him. Not yet at least.

"Hey, hey hey." He whispered, quickly placing things down and running over to me. I stared down at the white tiled floor, still trying to hold back the tears.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" I told him with a bit of a  laugh to show him that it's all okay. Wiping the tears away with my hands, I was starting to hyperventilate, really breaking down into the panic attack.

"I just need a distraction." I huffed, still trying to make myself feel like this is over nothing and maybe I'm being dramatic. I said that more to myself than for Josh. I didn't like to see him so scared. I starting feeling that fuzzy feeling all over my body from hyperventilating, causing me to panic more.

"Sam!" Josh yelled in a concerned tone since sam's room is right near mine. Josh pulled me into a tight hug. I buried my face in his chest, bringing my hands over my eyes in hopes to relax. I heard feet slapping the floor, coming closer and closer to the room.

"Here, let's sit. Come on." He told me and he gently dropped us to the floor, placing me between his legs as we sat on the cold tile together. I heard my bedroom door click.

"What's going on?" Sam asked frantically, sliding in, wearing long loose pants and no shirt with his hair pulled back.

"I'm good, I'm good. Don't worry." I told him, trying to make this not a bigger deal than it already was. I was trying to bring me out of that mental state the more I spoke. He ignored me, focusing on Sam

"Is everything all right?" Sam asked, looking between Josh and I. I gave a weak chuckle, unable to speak much and feeling nothing but embarrassment now. These are the last people that need to see me in that state.

"Yeah. Just a small panic attack." I said in the best tone I could to show him I was alright. I felt some awkward tension during this. I'm an awkward person.