hater ⇔ c.h.

nine; for the night i can't remember

The day started off on a bad note. Actually, the day started on a terrible note.

My alarm clock, in which was set to go off at five o'clock, hadn't stopped ringing until six o'clock. Tori was the one who ripped the cord out of the wall and poured a glass of ice water onto my face to wake me up.

After the horrible encounter with that stranger Friday night, I ended up going the wrong way and had to walk around the entire stadium in order to get to the car. Then Tori had to drive us home because I passed out on the pavement before I could even open the door. Yes, I had a minor concussion.

From the blow to the head, then all of the confusion and yelling with that stranger and then the thirty minute walk around the building; I guess my body was just overworked. But after waking up somewhere around midnight and begging Tori not to take me to the hospital, I took a handful of painkillers and then passed out in bed. I guess I was really out of it because the alarm rang for an hour and Tori, the girl I have to pour water on to get out of bed, actually woke me up.

When I finally awoke I had the most extreme headache; there was no moving for me.

We've been going through this routine the entire weekend. Today is another one of those days.

Tori took me by the arms and dragged me off of my bed, into the hall and threw me into a barstool in front of the kitchen counter. Literally.

"How are you feeling?"

I could tell she was still a little bit bitter about not getting to go to that concert the other night. It may also be the fact that it is monday morning. But come on, I'm still bitter and I have a bump on my head the size of a baseball.

"Fine, I guess. But I think I almost overdosed on painkillers."

She nodded, a slight look of concern on her face. She shook it off and continued to stare down the toaster, awaiting our Pop-tart's.

"You never really explained to me how you got that big-ass bruise or what the hell actually happened on Friday." She gave a stern look followed by a raised eyebrow over her shoulder.

"I'm still trying to decide if what I remember happening actually did happen."

Tori hopped up on the counter and took a seat beside the toaster, giving a curious look. "Try me."

I placed my elbows onto the table and rested my head in my hands. God, I hope she tells me that it's too insane to believe and I just ran into a pole or something.

"Well, when you apparently misheard my falling from that fence," I gave a mean look before continuing. "I found that back entrance I was looking for, and as I thought, it wasn't locked."

The toaster popped and Tori took our breakfast out, throwing one Pop-tart to me and then saving the other for herself. "Okay, if it wasn't locked, then how did we not get in? And I'm still not seeing the reason for your face... deformation."

I rolled my eyes, then groaned as it intensified my headache.

That boy got me good.

"You didn't let me finish." I took a deep breath and continued, "The door was jammed, so I tried to un-jam it with a bobby pin, right?" I paused to make sure she was understanding. "You got it so far?" She nodded in response.

"When I was trying to wiggle the bobby pin around, some guy opened the door and hit me in the head."

Tori's eyes widened, "Oh my god, that's terrible!"

"He didn't do it on purpose-and either way, that's not even the worst part."

With a mouthful of Pop-tart, she angrily yelled, "What can be worse than your face right now?"