The Story of Us

After Prom

(2 weeks later)

ALISON DILAURENTIS

Ugh. What the hell happened?

I looked around and figured out where I am. In my room. I'm still there laying with my eyes squinted because of the sunlight peeking through the window. I covered my eyes and sat up. I probably have an headache. I touched my head gently as I realized that my hair is soooooo messy. What happened?

"Holy shit." I looked down at myself, the sheets covering my naked body.

I turned to the mirror to look at my face. I was so shocked to see myself like this. My eyes were all puffy and bawled out. My makeup was all smudgy. Did I cry last night?

I don't have a memory of what happened last night, but I bet it was so fucked up. I hear the door open. I quickly grab a hold of myself because I was so naked.

"Hey Ali. Wake up. You're gonna be la-" Jason's eyes widened as he saw Ali like this. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to. Just take a bath and go downstairs, they're all waiting for you." He said as he closed the door leaving me alone here.

"They? Hey Jason! Who's waiting for me?" I shouted but he didn't hear.

My life is a mess right now. As I stand, the usual pain in my chest turns in. I start to get dizzy plus the pain in my chest is making it worse. It took me a minute to realize that I'm having that shitty attack again.

I reach for my inhaler inside the drawer beside my bed. I quickly inhaled on it and the pain was lessen. There was still a sharp pain but never mind it, I can handle that. I entered the bathroom and began to take a shower.

I got out in less than 5 minutes. That was the shortest shower time in my life. I took a look at my self in the full mirror. I still have puffy eyes but there's no more smudgy makeup. I have my robe on to covered my naked body. I make my way to the closet, to pick an outfit to wear. After 5 outfits, I finally made my decision. I'm wearing a simple white shirt and a simple skinny jeans. For the footwear, im wearing black chuck taylors. I was never this simple. As usual, I let my hair down. I sat in front of my half mirror and put light makeup on. I'm not in the mood for extravagant outfit and makeup, I don't know why. Something's telling me this is gonna be my worse day ever. I'm still missing on something. I looked at myself at the mirror for the last time then I grabbed my phone from the drawer beside my bed. I quickly opened it, no text nor calls. Well that's very odd. Oh shit Emily. Why hasn't she texted me yet? Things just got worser. I don't about this feeling my chest, but I feel my heart cracking.

I got out of my bedroom and made my way through the stairs. I can feel tons of eyes staring at me like I'm a murderer. I see the girls, but they are lacking someone. Aria, Spencer, and Hanna. I furrowed my eyebrows on the thought that there was no sign of the tall brunette aka the girl who is my girlfriend. Maybe she's just late or something. Their faces were so sad. Feels like somebody died.

"Hey, I don't about you, but I got a massive hangover and I don't remember anything from last night." I said, trying to cheer them up.

"Hey, what happened? Did somebody die?" I said as I nudged Spencer's elbow.

Aria started crying like a baby. Hanna has still the same sad face, I can see her big eyebags and some cuts above her eye from here, I wonder what happened.  Spencer looks confused.

"Can somebody please tell me what happened? And where's Emily?" I said, a little bit pissed.

"We have to tell you something. But promise us that you won't get a heart attack." Spencer said with her arms crossed. She looked at Hanna and Aria, like seeking approval. Hanna and Aria nodded willingly.