𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐞 | 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 #𝟏

CHAPTER 3: A Wall with Abs

Alexandra 

I lift my head off the cloud it was lying on, which is a horrible idea. My brain feels like it's being stepped on by a bunch of tiny elves. I look to my left and see a glass of water next to a bottle of Tylenol lying on top of a bedside table. I gladly chug the water, but leave the Tylenol.

One thing I know for certain is that I will never end up like my mother, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm still her offspring, filled with her corrupt genes. It started as back pain, and a few pills were prescribed to her to help, which soon turned into buying heroin off the streets from whatever shady dealer would accept the money that was supposed to be going toward our groceries. I'm not saying I'm going to turn into a pill addict the second I pop an Advil, but for me, I just prefer to stay away from them. You can just imagine that my periods are absolute hell.

I take a look around the room I'm in, trying to make sense of where I might be and why I feel like I just drank death in a bottle. I see a restroom and run into it, needing to pee. While washing my hands, I look over and see a green toothbrush still in the package with a sticky note that reads, "Alexandra." I waste no time ripping open the package, eager to get rid of the reminisce of last night in my teeth. After thoroughly brushing a hundred times, I go back to inspecting the room.

Imagine moving into a brand-new house with no furniture set up; that's what this room is. In the center of the room is the giant fluffy bed I woke up on, and next to it is the bedside table, but those are the only two contents of the room. There's no desk, TV, or decoration, and after further inspection, I see that the huge walk-in closet locked right next to the restroom is empty. As I walk around the room, I start to remember more of the events that took place last night. I sang my lungs out with Jas, chased after the kitty cat, and then, of course, threw up, but how did I end up in bed?

I continue trying to sort through my memories when I start to hear the door knob jiggle. Immediately I'm thrown into fight or flight, the only problem is I don't have an ounce of fight in my body. To my right, I see a window and from what I can tell I'm only on the second floor, I can make that fall for sure. I place one leg out and begin to brace myself when suddenly the door swings open.

"You do know there's a door, right?" I turn and see Matthew standing in front of me holding what looks like a cup filled with coffee.

I stand there with my leg out the window and mouth wide open before finally speaking, "I know, I just-?" I remove my leg from the window, standing in front of him with no explanation.

He walks around me to shut the window while talking, "The same door that you should have never walked through," he's back to standing in front of me, "I have no recollection of inviting you or your friend over, was it ignorance or envy that made you think you could come?" He stands there waiting for a response looking down at me as if I'm no more than a pest as I try to process all that was just said.

Of course, I know I wasn't invited, when have I ever been invited to a party? But the door wide open gave the impression that it was free for all. If what Evelyn said was correct then most of the people at that party were a part of the camp, why would be be excluded from going? I want to explain this to him but the only thing that manages to come out is, "I'm a part of the staff, I was under the impression that it was open to everyone apart of the camp."

He stands there really looking like he's taking what I just said into consideration. He taps his chin with his index finger before continuing, "Staff. What part of the word staff makes you think you should be included in anything that goes on with us? That is assuming that you were wise enough to read the job description, were you wise enough to do that Alexandra," I stand there trying to just spit out the thoughts running around my head. He has no right to be speaking to me like this, but my mouth feels like it's glued shut as I stand there taking his insults.