One Boy, One Chance, One Shot

Chapter 5

I woke up, again.

I stretched my arms across my bed, and shockingly found that the boy that was lying in it was gone.

I got up and twisted my head around the room, but couldn't see any standing up figure. The door to my little bathroom was slightly open, and I could see that the light was out. The green curtains were drawn half way, making my white room gleam with a greenish glow.

I took the blanket off my legs, and shot a glance to my alarm clock. 9:15. Did I sleep all night long? Wait. All day long?

I got up from my bed in a hurry, and speed walked my way to the front hallway. My bare feet felt more than unstable, but I had to know if he was still here, and if he was, what he was doing.

I glanced along the walls, trying to be in some way discrete, but my heavy steps might have given me away. I put a steady hand on one of the pink walls that gave on the kitchen, and popped my head in slowly. Nothing.

I walked to the open door, holding myself on the frame for balance, and looked at a perfectly empty room. Nobody.

I turned round and walked through the other rooms, expecting to find a naked guy sitting on a chair and reading one of my books, but I didn't. The house was empty.

I went back to my bathroom to find some aspirin that might help with my loud headache, but as I searched the mirrored cabin I found nothing. I stood there stone still. I could have sworn I have bought two tablets just three days ago.

I tried to remember what I did three days ago. I woke up... And then... Nothing. Blank. Nada. Zero. I got nothing.

I put a hand to my hip.

This is ridiculous.

I closed the cabinet and stared at my reflection in the mirror.

"I," I started, "Ashley Underwilt," I swallowed, my hand shaking on my hip, "remember everything." I breathed in and closed my eyes. "Wednesday morning I got out of bed, and," I breathed, "and, and,"

I eyes shot open.

"I went to a pub, got drunk, met a guy and followed him upstairs. He got me to the roof and made me kill somebody, a man. Then, he made me kill myself." I said in a robotic voice. I felt in a trance. I held my breath. My lungs were about to explode. I coughed for air.

I blinked. I breathed in again.

"Wednesday morning I..." I started again