"Are you out of your mind? I could hurt you." The veins started to pumped up in fear of what i'm capable to do. Everything was a blur to me, the room becoming sketchy as the time passed by and he's here down in his knees-looking up at me. A look of...
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I slowly regain consciousness before I started to wake up, I feel sore and exhausted. And most importantly, my head felt like its been drifting apart as if its tearing apart of how bad the headache is. I could feel the veins pumping in my brain as if it's well-alive to be beating.
The lights were blinding my eyes, although I haven't even open my eyes yet and the sore feelings in me has spread in such a sensitive part of mine; neck, shoulder, the side of my waist, and lastly, my head! Ugh, I hate this part of drinking. I blinked my eyes to get the blur vision out of sight as it become clearer, clear to see a tray ceiling.
Did my ceiling had change?
My eyes roamed around the room, It's wide, clean, and two bookshelves around the corner, with window that's blinding me along with the curtains aside, the aroma in this room; such a familiar scent filled the entire room. I had to sit up to awake my spirit.
And I realized that this isn't mine, this isn't my room. My eyes widened in surprised as confusion filled mine, my gaze finds its way down my clothes- noticing a blue shirt that is worn by me. A blue shirt? My half closed eyes were awake now upon realizing the situation i'm having right after I woke up.
Did I do something last night?! Did something happen last night?!
Cursing under my breath. Nervousness washed over me as I tried to recall what happened last night or the things I might have done upon causing a ruckus here. Fuck, where am I?
Thoughts filled up my mind, I was lost, completely lost, lost out of sight. Being alarmed in the surrounding-thousand of thoughts barged inside my head that makes the ache worse even, my gaze averting to look around the surrounding.
Not when I spotted a man on a gaming chair, I was unable to see his face very well since his back is facing me, not that i'm sure of. But I already knew who he was. I wasn't sure enough but my instinct is telling me he's-
"You're awake already?" A familiar voice spoke, in steps away on his chair while browsingn something or whatever on his computer. I was ready to knock the hell out of the man not when the chair turned to me, exposing a man in his white neat shirt, wearing his specs that reflected the light above, with a black short pants.
My eyes blinked, absolute in denial. I had to blinked my eyes hard to see if this is one of my hallucinations again, or not. "Zamien?" My brows knitted together, confusion washed over me at the moment.
"Good morning, Valeria."
"Good morning?" As soon as I confirmed that this is real, that this is happening right now. I jolted from my pace to sit on the side of the bed. "Just what the hell am I doing here?!" I blurted out, looking at him. "Don't tell me that something happened-"
My eyes instantly glared at him when i was caught off guard when I saw how the corner of his lips twitch up to form a half smirk, not giving me a proper answer. "Don't joke around." I frown.
