Thief KTH

3. Paranoia

A groan left my lips as I slowly woke up. I placed my cold hand on my forehead, trying to ease the pain. My head was aching. Hesitantly I opened my eyes, only to be met with darkness. What happened? Where was I?

I felt my surroundings, realizing I was lying on something soft. When did I get to bed? The bedsheet on me felt so heavy all of a sudden, making me kick it to the side. I groaned in pain as the throbbing in my head became worse due to my movements. Why did my head hurt this much? I sighed and closed my eyes again, trying to relax my nerves.

A face hovered in my mind. A beautiful face. Thick and messy dark hair. Mysterious chocolate brown eyes. Plump, heart shaped lips. A cute nose with a mole on it. Who was that? I whimpered silently in pain. The more I tried to remember, the more my head felt like it was about to explode. I should take some pain killers.

I opened my eyes again and sat up as slow as possible. I felt around me, trying to find the remote control for my lamp. I felt my phone under my finger tips, grabbed it and turned it on, squinting my eyes at the brightness of my screen.

I looked around my illuminated room and found the remote control on the floor. I picked it up and turned on the lights before I closed my eyes again. The brightness was hurting my head even more. After a few seconds I opened my eyes again and tried to adjust my eyes to the brightness. I felt like shit. As if I got a strong hit against my head.

I glanced down at my phone in my hand, turning it on again to look at the time. It was almost midnight. Why was it so late? When did I go to sleep? I felt like I slept for days, expect for the fact that I was tired as fuck.

I sighed as I looked around the room, smiling at the two sleeping fluff balls in the corner of my bed. I carefully stood up from the bed, gripping the side table to not fall over from the dizziness that overcame me.

When I was sure I could stand without falling I walked to the bedroom door. Weird. Normally the door would be wide open because the cat's have a habit to run against it if it's not. Confused I shook my head, regretting it in the next second as the pain shot through it again. I groaned as I gripped my head while I steadied myself on the doorframe. Why did it hurt so much?

After my head has calmed down a bit I walked down the hallway into my bathroom. I opened the mirrored cabinet above the sink and took a pill out of the bilster. I closed the cabinet and sighed as I glanced at my reflection before I looked down into the sink, closing my eyes for a moment. Maybe a little cold water would do my face good.

I gripped the pill in my fist as I rolled up my right arm sleeve, freezing in place. My eyes widened as I traced with my finger over the red marks, flinching slightly at the pain. I pulled up my other sleeve, just to discover the same marks on my other wrist.

Sudden flashbacks traveled through my head, making me remember what had happened the last few hours. The beautiful face in my mind didn't look that beautiful anymore.

Panicked I clung onto the sink, a hand on each side as I tried to hold myself steady. The pain in my head was growing while a sudden dizziness overcame me again. My head was flooded with questions and panic, making the throbbing even worse.

I pulled my shaking fist up to my face, tossing the pill that was still in the palm of my hand in my mouth, still clinging with the other one onto the sink for dear life. I tried to swallow the pill, not trusting my limbs to be able to move correctly to drink from the sink.

My mouth was dry, making it impossible for me to swallow it. I took the glass that was on the side of the sink, praying that I wouldn't let it fall through my trembling. I filled it up and placed it against my mouth, gulping it down in big sips as if I hadn't drank in days.