Hidden Truths

1.

Hungover Readings
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Honestly I didn't like alcohol a single bit when I started drinking, the only reason I started was because it was the only way I could see my brother. He left some years ago to work somewhere else I assume, but it was too late for me to stop, I found it was the only way to cope with the present and past events.

This leads me to the situation I'm in today, on the couch wondering how I'm still alive with a massive hungover. My mailbox overflowing with stuff and my apartment filled with clutter and trash, I want to clean everything. But when I finally have the motivation to it appears more overwhelming and tiring.

I lay in bed wondering why I can't be like the people on my phone, actually happy. I get messages from my "friends" asking if we could go to another bar again so I could pay, even though I barely have any money since I don't have a job.

I suddenly sit up and remember I have to pay the bills.

shit.

I run out my apartment and down to the mailboxes fumbling with my keys until I find the correct one to open the box. Many newspapers, coupons, and letters were smushed into each other so they could fit inside the mailbox. I put my keys in my pocket and reach to the back of the mailbox pushing all the paper to front for me to grab, I pick up all of it and lock the box with my free hand.

I walk back to my apartment careful not to drop the mail, and see that I had a miss call from my "friend" Savanna and also text messages. She's been wanting to hook up with me for a while because we did it one time, to be honest I think she's been fucking almost every regular at the bar hoping for money or something.

She's really annoying.

And horny.

I dump all of the papers onto the coffee table and start sorting through them, making categories while mumbling utter nonsense to myself.

"Advertisements.., Newspapers.., Letters.., Bills!"

I eagerly open the letter and realized how bad it actually was, not only did I have a short time to pay it, the bills went up also!

I groaned in frustration and lean into the couch while running my hand through my hair. There was no way I could make that much money in a week. I also still have to pay off some college debt, and a very big tab at the bar.

I sit up again and pick up the newspaper I saw hoping to see if there was any jobs that needed help. My eyes scanned the page and I spotted the words "win up to 500 - 50,000,000$..."  what type of competition gives up that much money?

A lottery?

I looked at the top of the paragraph and read that a heir for Khaenri'ah was needed instantly and that they are letting the public apply. The longer you stay in the competition the more money you get and if you get 2nd place you get 25,000,000$. My step-father told me to never get involved with the royals when I was younger but never told me why, I really need the money though.

"I'm sorry father." I whisper softly to myself.

I look at the website listed on the paper and type it into my phone.
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If I were to describe the questions I would say they were:

oddly specific.

weird.

And fancy.

For example:

"When was the last time you had sexual intercourse with someone?" Or "In a relationship do you thrive for sexual desire or real love?"

Although there was a lot of odd questions there were some that were somewhat normal. "Do you have any mental illnesses or hallucinations?" And then things asking what my weight, height, and the description of my appearance. Although, at some point it did ask me if I knew who my parents were.

Damn, they really wanna know everything.

The next question was the last question, If you had to choose, would you rather die by a blade or gun.

...

Now I'm seriously thinking about backing out. But if I had to choose...definitely a gun because it's usually immediate death.
Sometimes.
...
Maybe I should choose the knife option.