Fractured

Chapter 26

Waking up was the hardest part. My head pounded, it felt like my skull was being hit with a boulder, repeatedly. It took a long time for me to actually think about opening my eyes. Without opening them, I knew I was lying on a bed, I could feel the softness of blankets around me. I could smell Conner, his scent wrapped into way around me. Comforting me enough to procrastinate some more.

I also knew the bright morning sun was waiting for me on the other side of my eyelids. Waiting, just waiting for me to fully wake up. So it could get it's pleasure in blinding me.

I stretched out, my whole body felt stiff. As if I'd been lying in the same position for hours.

I rubbed my eyes, willing for the throbbing to disappear. When it didn't I finally braved the scorching light, fought the pounding in my head. And finally I opened my eyes.

The sun got it's triumph in blinding me, causing me to blink repeatedly until, the room I was in came into focus. Thankfully I was in Conners room, and not in some creepers bedroom. I knew I was drunk last night, and thankfully I wasn't stupid enough to leave his side.

I rolled onto my right side, away from the window where the sun seemed to be laughing at me. And towards the man I was sadly majorly in love with.

Only he wasn't there, I noticed then that he was never there. His side of the bed completely untouched, the covers perfectly wrinkle free.

Despite the pounding in my head that threatened to knock me out any second, I knew something wasn't right.

My hazy memory reminded me that he did, in fact come back to the apartment with me. How we got here I had no idea. But I know for sure he was with me.

Slowly I sat up, ignoring the skull shattering pain that came with it. God, what the hell? I knew what hang overs where, I had my expectations about what they felt like. However I was sadly mistaken because nothing could prepare me for this. No expectation could have prepared me.

Once I was sitting on the bed I swung my legs over the edge. Careful to move with caution from the pounding that I knew would come when I did stand up.

Where was Conner?

That question was what made me stand up, maybe I stood up to quickly. Maybe I didn't stand up quick enough. But I could feel everything coming back up.

"Shit." I whispered under my breathe.

It took me a total of five seconds to realize what was happening. And about two seconds to run to the bathroom and puke my guts out. Between the throbbing in my head and puking for a good five minutes, I decided that never again would I get drunk. Never.

Conner never came into the room too see what was going on.

Which made me worry even more. Maybe he dropped me off at the apartment and went back? Maybe that was his plan all along? To get me drunk then leave?

His intentions where unclear, and after searching around the apartment I found out he wasn't even here.

I took a seat on the couch. The throbbing in my head a constant hurricane.

Maybe he just had to step out? Even in my head it sounded ridiculous. But that's all reassurance I needed to fall back asleep.

*

Sleeping was weird, we where like batteries that needed to be recharged. Like robots, but with feelings.

Dreaming was even weirder. Not only does my brain never stop thinking it also thinks when I'm asleep and my thoughts have the potentially to bring me to a magical land with fairies and unicorns. But it also had the potential to bring me to dark places. Terrifying thoughts that turned into dreams, which after all where practically hallucinations. They call them nightmares, and nightmares are terrifying no matter how old you are.