Chapter 1 💿🚬🥩

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Katharina opened her eyes on a Saturday morning after an early night of drinking with her friends Amber, Hazel and Scarlet. Hazel and Scarlet had spent the whole evening beating the crap out of each other, but in the end they just seemed to hate each other.

"Here I am with a hangover."

she said, laughing as she tried to get out of bed. After 10 minutes she finally decided to get up, her limbs numb as she dragged herself to the kitchen, it was a good thing her mother was already at work, otherwise she'd have got a dressing down for drinking so much at 14. She began to prepare some eggs.

"If I don't throw them up straight away, it'll be a miracle! Well, I'd better take something for the headaches..." she says.

she places her eggs on the table and goes to look for some medicine.

"Wait, that's it, isn't it?"

she wondered as she grabbed a box of medicine, she took it and headed towards the kitchen humming. halfway down she fell hard against the floor, closing her eyes as she fell she didn't feel like she was falling normally but as if she was falling into a void, it was only twice as long as a normal fall that she hit the floor, she opened her eyes but she was clearly not in the same place.

"WHERE THE FUCK AM I?!

she exclaimed, looking around her, getting on her knees and waving her arms in panic. after gaining a modicum of composure, she looked around more, but nothing was playing, she was on a moor of green grass, the sky was blue, it was almost nostalgic, but strange... she touched her head to make sure it was in one piece, but she had her ushanka/chapka on her head...

"what the hell am i doing with my ushanka i haven't touched it in months... what the fuck is this t-shirt?! i slept in it maybe... i must have been so drunk i didn't notice, i couldn't have chosen any other thing but a t-shirt with my love written on it in russian?!

After realising how stupidly she was dressed she stood up and looked around, only the whistling of the wind could be heard apart from the occasional hum. She was curious so she got up and started walking, she walked for a good 2 kilometres but as time went by she felt more and more oppressed, watched...

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