I must've fallen asleep, how I don't know, but I did, and I now awaken to a horrendous pounding in my head.
As I groggily open my eyes and sit myself up, I feel an overwhelming wave of nausea, and I don't know what to do.
I know I got pretty drunk last night, but not this drunk...
But then as realism winds me I understand.
I took my usual 4 pills for the day, then took two nerve pills... that's why I'm so hung-over... because really, you're not meant to drink alcohol with medication, and If you do, not as much as I drunk last night.
I get to my feet and immediately regret it, the world tilts around me and I feel vomit rushing up into my chest.
As quickly as I can without passing out, I rush to the toilet. I only just make it before I start throwing up once again. God dammit, I thought I'd been getting better.
Well, I guess I was wrong. Like usual.
The sick tastes like acid and it burns my mouth and rubs my throat raw. By the second time of being sick I look over my shoulder to see Ash and Luke, they give my sympathetic smiles and I just look away, in time for the last serve of vomit.
It takes a while, but once I'm finally done, I get to my feet unsteadily, and splash my face with ice cold water, I then wash out my mouth briefly before brushing my teeth.
When I've finished with the tooth brush I throw it in the small bin in the bathroom.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and wish I hadn't. My skin is paler than its usual, my cheeks look hollower, and my eyes look darker than usual.
The two boys look at me, and I'm glad it's only them.
I brush past them and go to head down the stairs, they stay silent.
"Oh, and ps. I didn't do that for attention," my voice is jagged, raw and hoarse; it's barely audible, though I know they heard me by their guilty faces.
As I trot down the stairs I notice everyone is awake, they must've heard me, and I reckon they thought through who they sent, know I wouldn't want anyone else. Typical, everything in this world is set up.
They all stare at me and for a moment I stare back at them, but I decide I can't handle it and look away, continuing to pad into the kitchen.
I glare at my pill bottles before opening them. I'm about to take 4/4 when Clary walks in shyly.
Her eyes are puffy, and it's obvious she's been crying; her expression is pained and apologetic and I know she regrets what she said.
I turn away from her like I didn't see and continue to sort out my bottles.
She clears her throat and I ignore her.
She does it again.
"clary, I know you're there, I'm just nod in the mood to talk," I say, finishing my bottles.
"But, I'm so-" she starts but doesn't get to finish, because the doorbell rings and I'm relieved it interrupts her.
She gives me a pleading look and I just continue to walk past her.
As I turn the corner to reveal the door, I see ashtons already answered.
"Who are you?" an all to familiar voice spits and I sigh.
Could this day get any worse?
"Mum," I say and walk up to her, stepping in front of ashton.
"Mother," she corrects me but smiles. "Gosh tess, you look horrendous, you've put on weight though," she says, grabbing my cheeks with her sharp nails like she did last time. "But we don't want to get to fat, do we?" she says, walking past me into the house.
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The Worst Things in Life Come Free to us|L.R.H
Fanfiction"sometimes walls are put up, not only to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down." - Warning: may be triggering :)x also this story is quite long, so please don't just like give up half way through okay ily
