𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐋.

Hobie Brown.

When my eyes snapped out, I felt my breath be robbed from my lungs. All I saw was darkness looking over me. A small vibration under my back with a familiar subtle hum with it. The ceiling was closer to my head than I remembered, making me feel like I was in a coffin. Was I in a coffin..? It was very dark, my eyes weren't working well with me and refused to adjust to my surroundings. My clothes were changed out from yesterday's outfit, meaning whatever happened last night caused me to change into a fresh pair of clothes.

I turned my head to the right and perceived the familiar dark curtain, immediately my thoughts changed. I wasn't dead and six feet under in a coffin, I was in a bunk on the tour bus.

How did I get here?

I reached my hand out and opened the curtain in one quick motion, feeling a light breeze that came with it. I had no clue how I got on this bus, I didn't even think I needed to get on the bus last night; then again I don't remember anything last night. What time was it even?

I pulled my legs out of the bunk first, draping them across the side of the bunk before sliding down to the floor. I was glad I was out of my old clothes and into the fresh set, the ability to move my legs was a blessing. The second I sat up straight, my dizzy head pounded against my temple. I groaned and placed my palms over my eyes.

I slowly stood up with my eyes still shut, my brain feeling like it was free flying in my skull. I hated sober pain, everything would hurt when I wasn't sucking the smoke from the blunt or popping a xan to forget the pain.

With slight dizziness I stood up in the dark bunker area on the tour bus. I felt so tired, weak. I needed some water, but I also knew I needed to report to Miguel to let him know what progress I have been getting lately, but right now I wasn't going to focus on that, I just wanted to go back to sleep until we arrived at our destination. I wasn't even going to wonder how I got here, I had no recollection of last night.

Last thing I remember was tossing back a few more xanax than I wanted to, a blunt in my hands and stumbling towards the bathroom door. After that, everything is a blur. But this wasn't the first time I ended up like this, but it was the first time I forgot almost everything that happened the night before.

I stumble painfully sober to the bus bathroom, opening the skinny sliding door to step in. Once in the small viscidity, I shut the door. Flicking on the warm light, I finally got a real, good glimpse at my hazy reflection before turning my body around to have my back face the mirror.

Scuffling in annoyance, I rubbed my tires eyes and tried to adjust to the invasion of artificial light in this pain in the ass bathroom. Still with my eyes shut, I managed to turn the faucet on to grab my tooth brush and place some paste on the brush. I dipped my head down to the cold stream, gulping some of it back to my insanely dry mouth.

I pulled up and wiped my mouth, turning back around with my hands gripping the sink counter behind me. Despite the cold water I could still taste the liquor dancing on my tongue from last night, it lingered a bitterness of something expensive that I don't even want to know why I bought it in the first place.

Once I washed up and finished my business, I turned to the door and walked out again to the dark bunkers, shutting the door behind me. Instead of darting towards my bed, I made a sharp left towards the lounge area. My headache was growing more and more, my hand raised to press around my temple. My recollection of last night doesn't exist, but it was usually better that way; that way I didn't have to be reminded of something I did that would cause a pitiful reaction.

I clicked the glowing red button that shot open the sliding door to the dimly lit lighting lounge area of the bus. Rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand, I walked further into the open area.