Kill All Your Friends

Chapter Twenty Two: Hangover

Harry woke up on a cold, hard floor with a blistering headache, he got up onto his feet. He was in the kitchen which had a perfectly clean floor. He stumbled over to the counter top and leaned on it and relaxed then tried to recollect his thoughts, he looked around the floor, 'something is missing' he anxiously thought 'maybe I'll know what it is if I remember but I can't with this stupid fucking headache'. He searched around for some tablets and it took him a while to find the right ones, he gulped them down and the pain numbed and then he retried at his recollections. Then it came to him, his new-loved but newly dead Sophia was missing, the fragile hair and the burnt-ass face. The killer had cleaned up again, murdered someone and was un-noticed while drunk out of their mind, 'It's either Shae, Casey or Keenan, who ever it is they'll fucking pay' Harry promised to himself. He made himself a coffee then realised there was coffee, there was food!!! He was still mourning over Sophia and really couldn't care, he drank his coffee, went to the nearest sofa and cried his hearts content out into a cushion with a Celtic pattern. Shae came down with a banging headache then saw Harry and went to comfort him, but at his touch Harry jumped out of his spot and against the wall, 'I'm sorry but I don't trust anyone' he said soullessly then walked away. The rest were down and was celebrating the return of food and made breakfast, 'one of you has probably spiked the milk or something' Harry accused 'I don't even care anymore', he threw down the cereal in a few second and slurped the milk rapidly and then said, 'still hungry', he walked insecurely to the fridge and ate 5 baby-bels hoping cyanide lay in one of them. No cyanide, Harry lives. After dinner they wandered separate ways once again, not caring about the killer any longer.