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The painfully bright bathroom light beaming above me is what brought me awake. I let my eyes move around for a second while the rest of my body processed being awake.
waking up on the bathroom floor? not very 'Angelo' of you...
I sat up and my whole body was sore, followed by an excruciating headache—banging recklessly through my thoughts.
I used the bathroom counter to aid me in standing up. My knees were a little weak, but I still had the power to get up. In the mirror now, a mess was presented.
My eyes were bloodshot red, either from the substances taken, or a little amount of sleep that I can't remember. There's an interesting light brown stain on the side of my mouth, probably indicating I puked.
I was also only wearing a shirt, which is also unlike me.
There was a glass of water on the side of the desk and some Benadryl. I threw the Benadryl down my mouth and chugged the water so the pills would go down as well.
I waited until the headache wore off to start thinking about what happened last night.
I wanna tell this story! what concisely happened was, you and jeremiah hung out for the entirety of that party. Jeremiah got you crossfaded which was definitely a new feeling, not the point though. Every now and then, Jolece would ask to do something with Jeremiah, yet, Jeremiah would turn her down because he doesn't like her no more. So at some point, she lost her shit when she saw you laying on Jeremiah, so she publicly exposed you in front of everyone. As in, she told everyone about your dad and your crush on Jeremiah. Chances are, there's probably a video. Anyways, you then ran out of the house sloppy drunk in tears, thank god for Luca though because he saved the day. Jeremiah tried to make some type of peace with you, you didn't want to hear it though so you forced yourself to throw up. That was a shitty idea because you grew delirious and couldn't feel anything—hence, why you're passed out of the floor.
that's pretty much it!
so you're probably going to have to face Jeremiah sooner or later.
"why not just kill myself," I threw my head back and groaned.
because that's no fun, i told you not to trust that black becky bitch and you still did, so you will do what i say from now on.
"sure, i will," I responded sarcastically.
ever since you got to college, i've been telling you to do one thing, and you do the wrong thing. that's why you're in the situation you're in now. listening to me doesn't sound like such a bad idea.
"you're a wicked subconscious given to me through a mental illness that I inherited from my undesirable father, you may be up there and have the ability to speak to me, that doesn't mean i'll listen though. Being driven to murder isn't exactly on my to-do list right now," I mumbled, more angrily though.
