Differences

Chapter 37 - Alaina

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I woke up to a pounding headache, the muffled noise of TV and the clitter and clash of pots and pans.

I was aware that none of these sounds were actually loud, but regardless it felt as though all the action above was being conducted right next to my ears. And with each heightened noise, my body shudders and my brain feels as though it is being hammered against my skull.

So, this was what it felt like to have a hangover.

It was a new experience. One I have come to realise was not something I particularly enjoy. At all.

But in the moment? It was a blast I never had. The sound of music, the talking, the singing, and the company. I've never had friends before. My world wasn't big enough to be entitled to have any. I was shackled on to the life of seclusion with the exception of my siblings.

But like so many aspects of my new and now daily life, my world continues to enlarge since moving here. New people, new friends, new experiences. And surprisingly, unlike how the world paints new experiences to be frightening, for me, it was a welcoming encounter. One I was sure to treasure in the coming future.

Groggily forcing myself to try and get out my bed, I flip over the comforter and pushed myself up. Stupid move. Without so much of a thought, I crashed on to the floor, dizziness taking over me. Damn this hangover was not pairing well with me. I knew for a fact I didn't drink that much compared to the girls, but I was also aware that I was what they call a lightweight. Or just inexperienced.

If I wanted to continue to have a fun night out with the girls, I had to increase my tolerance. Whether that was possible or not was a questionable thought but it is worth a try. Upon deciding that I was going to willingly push myself to be the best version of who I can be, I have to take it upon myself to try. With hopefully a smiling face, or at least end with it.

Slowly steadying myself, I get up this time carefully and head towards my ensuite and come face to face with the reflection of me.

I was a mess.

No that was an understatement. The bit of makeup that I put on last night was still on me, but caked on seemed like a more appropriate description given that it was smudged all over my face. I look closer at the mirror to find myself still wearing my black dress from last night. How I had not noticed that until I entered the bathroom or haven't felt even the slightest amount of discomfort during my sleep was a questionable thought. It wasn't like this dress was the most comfortable dress out there. Clearly I slept deep and well.

Shimmying out of my dress, I dutifully turn my attention away from the mirror and hop into the shower, turning the taps on, letting the steam from the hot water to cloud against the glass shower walls.

Showers were always something I had enjoyed. It gave me the privacy I needed, and an opportunity to be with my thought without really being on edge. The constant fear of who's life I will have to end that night. The guilt that comes along with it. The whispers that travel far and wide and bites each and every time anyone catches a glimpse of me.

Though of course those thoughts aren't quite present in this household, given that they have morals. Well, morals over the obvious, others maybe not so much so.