Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year.
But for Michael, it isn't.
For someone who doesn't see a reason to celebrate love at Christmas time, Michael just finds himself having a 30-day countdown to Christmas, for no reason.
Or, he just did...
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My head is being pounded when I got blinded by the morning sun to which I assumed is striking through the windows. I groaned to myself because the feeling is worse than hangover especially when I felt an aching pain to the same body parts that were aching the other night.
There is something sore in my left shoulder then a crawling pain to my right thigh. The only difference is that, the drowning sensation in my chest is not present. I can breathe freely.
Like always, it was just a glimpse because after a few seconds, the aching was gone. Except to my head because when I touched it, there is something on my skin.
A bandage.
What?
Oh. Yeah... Last night. What the hell happened last night?
I opened my eyes and as expected, the light rays hurt my eyes that was why I squinted them as a defense. For all I can remember, my bedroom is not designed this way where the lights will just jump on me. I tried to sit up and when I adjusted to the sunshine, I noticed that I'm lying on a couch beside the wall and this wall has windows with teared curtains that even it is not fixed to the side, the light can pass through those holes.
My heart pounded because I am in a strange place. It is neat considering that the place looks old and abandoned. The wallpapers are brown and there are scratches all over. There are minimal furnitures but these stuff barely functioned. Just like this couch. A spring is constantly poking my back.
"Oh. You're awake."
I looked at the direction where the voice came from and the girl from last night, was that even last night? Just... that girl. She's here. She's carrying a red mug when she just showed up from nowhere and now, she is approaching me.
"Don't be afraid. I'm not gonna hurt you."
She stopped a few feet away from me because she definitely saw the serious warning in my eyes. I managed to sit on this hard couch while nursing my freaking headache. There is also a broken vanity mirror resting on the adjacent wall. It was probably a 12 by 12 square mirror but since it was damaged, its sides gained irregular corners which are sharp enough to scratch a flesh.
