Our Moonlight

27

Emilia

Snapping my eyes open, I sit up from my lying position and search for the nearest bathroom. Panic creeps up my spine as my eyes take in where I am.

I see a door that's ajar on the other side of the room and I make a run for it. Thankfully, when I open the door fully, a toilet sits in front of me.

Rushing towards it, I empty out the contents in my stomach. I push my hair out of the way and puke whatever food or liquid I've consumed in the last 24 hours. My throat burns and I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting until this horrible feeling subsides.

After a couple minutes, I flush the toilet and put down the lid of the toilet, resting my forehead on it.

I take deep breaths, eyes still closed as I sit on this bathroom floor and contemplate my next moves. As much as I'd love to pass out and sleep for a hundred years, I need to figure out where I am.

Standing up, my legs wobble so I have to hold onto the wall behind me. I take one step forward, my hands gripping the white marbled counter of the sink.

A mirror faces me but I refuse to look at it. I keep my eyes down, reaching for the faucet and twisting it to the left until water comes out. I rinse my mouth a couple times, ridding myself of the awful taste of vomit.

I turn off the water, my hands gripping the edges of the sink as I breathe in through my nose. I have no energy, I feel like shit and I have no idea what happened to me.

Leaning off the counter, my hand rests on the wall to hold my weight as I walk out of the bathroom and back to the room I was sleeping in.

I stand in the doorway between the two rooms, searching for any clues to whose house this is. There's a large window on the right side of the room, a small desk in the corner as well.

A queen-size bed lays on the left side of the room, grey and dark blue covers covering the mattress along with two pillows. On the wall I'm facing there's a closet with sliding doors, one of them not fully closed.

I glance down at myself. My feet are bare, legs too, and my upper body is swallowed by a black hoodie. Quickly lifting the fabric up, I relax once I see the skirt and top covering my body.

I let the hoodie fall back down, moving towards the bed. I feel lightheaded and goosebumps are breaking out on my skin. Sitting on the mattress, I put my head in my hands, silently cursing myself.

I can't remember anything.

What did I do?

I can't even try to remember because my head is a mess. It's an aching sensation, my skull feeling like someone is pounding on it.

I lift my head as I hear footsteps outside the room. My body tenses up even more now. I'm anxious as to who is going to enter.

Possibilities run through my mind, making the anxiety in my chest worse. It claws up throat, choking me out until I have to open my mouth to breathe.

The doorknob twists and I freeze.

Relief washes over me. I sigh out audibly, my shoulders slumping as Levi puts down the glass of water on his desk and rushes over to me.