I woke up with a start. I fell asleep but I don't remember when. I looked on the night stand to see the clock read 12:00. My head was pounding with the unfamiliarity of a hangover. Why am I hungover? What did I do tonight? Why can't I remember anything? I sat up to the sound of my blood rushing in my ears. My vision somehow darkened in the already dark as death night, stars swam and I felt nauseous. Fuck. I got up too fast. I ran my fingers along my bed, searching blindly for my phone. I found it under my pillows. I turned on the screen and immediately wished I didn't. Although my brightness was turned all the way down, the screen was still bright as fuck. My face stared back at me. No messages, no calls, no embarrassing memorabilia of a shit faced party night. What the fuck happened? I got out of bed and reluctantly turned on the light. I winced and then gasped and my heart stopped beating and tears fell from the sky of my eyes and I knew. I knew who was looking back at me in the mirror. And I knew, that the old me was dead and gone...
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High For This
General FictionWake up high. Go to sleep high. Around and around it goes in Alex's life. She'll down the occasional liquor when her needles go out for the night, screw the boy next door and break is heart and many others, but the cycle remains. She's crashing har...
