At 17 years old Sage Aurora never thought she would be stuck trying to rebuild her life and mending her heart.
Throughout her younger years she thought nothing could stop her. She was popular, free-spirited, and felt on top of the world. At least t...
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The smell of toilet bowl cleaner and rancid vodka suffocated your nostrils. It was a crazy thing, throwing up. Your body yearned to expel all of the poison that filled your stomach from the night before, yet the only thing you could muster was repeated gagging and salivation.
"It all sucked", you groaned as you spit into the toilet for the third time.
As much as you were sick from the alcohol, the idea that your face was directly in the toilet bowl pushed you over the edge. You were doubled over as Chrissy stood outside the stall trying to discuss the events of last night.
"But it couldn't have been all bad. I mean he kissed you right?", Chrissy's voice had a hint of hope in it, but all you could remember was the cold brick and flashes of what transpired outside.
"It sucked, Chrissy". Your voice was harsher now, trying to hint that you didn't want to talk about it. "He is not who I thought he was. Let's just leave it at that". You wiped your lips and flushed the toilet.
"What does that even mean?", she chuckled as you opened the stall, clearly not realizing you were serious. She was immediately taken back by the green tinge of your face. "It couldn't have been all bad, right? I mean, this is what you wanted". Her face contorted slightly as she got a whiff of vomit.
Your voice was low as you walked over to the sink to wash your hands. "I don't want to talk about it". She stood behind and watched your movements in the mirror.
"Wait did something, like, happen?". Chrissy pried harder clearly not noticing this conversation was also making you just as ill. "I mean you wanted to go with him, so I don't get what happened".
You immediately slammed your hands on the counter as your patience ran its course. This hangover was now in battle with inner thoughts of wanting to strangle Chrissy. The last thing you wanted to do was have this conversation.
"I went. I didn't have a good time. I hate him. The end". Your voice was sharp as your eyes pierced her soul through the mirror, or at least tried to.
Chrissy's lips slightly parted open as she digested your words. "Did he do something to you?" Confusion and concern coated her words as you rolled your eyes and faced down into the sink. Chrissy timidly stepped closer towards you, trying to not spook you further. "Sage, if he did anything you can tell me". Her voice was soft as she stared.
You shook your head and shut your eyes. "I'm fine, Chrissy. Seriously. I'm always fine".
She laughed in exasperation. "And that's the problem! You don't need to be fine. You can be upset if something happened".
She tried to place a hand on your back before you swiftly pulled away. Her touch was too much.
"Okay! Fine! I'm upset!". You spun around and began to anxiously pace in the bathroom. "He's a scumbag and all he wanted was to get in my pants, which I might have been okay with if I wasn't completely drunk out of my mind". You rambled on as she watched with concerned eyes. "But all of that is over now. It was—".
