I woke up to a pounding headache, hardly able to see anything. I rubbed my head and as my vision adjusted, I could see that I was in an unfamiliar room. This isn't my apartment. I quickly got up and stumbled off the bed. I gained my balance then ran to the door as fast as I could. When I opened the door, I saw a hunched guy with really long hair standing there as if he was reaching for the doorknob before. I screamed, and fell back on my ass, causing him to look startled, running off.
Where the hell am I? I crawled to the door and peaked out. There was no sight of anything else. I got up and ran towards the door, but bumped into someone, causing me to fall back again. I moved my bangs out of my face and saw a very tall guy with heavily teased hair standing over me.
"Hey, who's girl is this?" He yelled out, looking around. The yelling made my headache even worse. I held my forehead in pain. I just really wanted to get out of here.
"Oh hey, sorry." He said holding his hand out. I grabbed it and he pulled me up.
"Um... who are you people?" I asked with a shaky voice. He cocked his eyebrows and laughed a little.
"Wow, you must've been drunk as hell when someone brought you here!" He exclaimed.
I rubbed my head and shut my eyes tightly muttering, "No loud noises please."
"Want some Tylenol?" He offered.
I shook my head softly and said, "No thanks. I just really want to leave." I made my way towards the door, then was taken aback when someone came out from the bathroom.
"You." I hissed as I saw that the person was Frank. "Why the hell did you take me here?" I asked angrily.
"You passed out in the bar! I couldn't just leave you there!" He exclaimed. My head started throbbing again. "So you followed me?!"
"Yes! I want to make it up to you! I didn't know that it meant that much to you!"
Everyone had been staring at us the whole time, plus some blonde guy that I hadn't seen yet.
"Just leave me alone." I said under my breathe as I shoved him to the side to open the door. I hurriedly went to the first floor of the building and finally got to the street. I scowled as the sun beamed down upon my face. I really should have accepted that Tylenol.
Looking at my surroundings and the street signs, I could tell that I was far from my apartment.
After walking at least 2 miles, I had finally found my street. I made a sigh of relief as I saw my apartment building.
I got up to the 2nd floor and walked right in front of room 210. I dug into my pockets but couldn't find my keys. Shit, I left it at that other place. I growled and pounded on the door, hoping that my friend was home. After a few seconds, I heard the door unlocking.
"Woah there Jo, long night?" Sara said with a surprised look on her face.
"Yup, tell me about it." I groaned. "We got any Tylenol?"
Sara shut the door and made her way to the bathroom. "Nope, we're out!" She called out. She exited the bathroom and sat down on the couch.
"So who's the lucky guy?" She asked curiously.
"No one. I don't wanna talk about it." I uttered. She nodded, respecting my privacy.
"Well I'm gonna run to the store. I'll grab you some Tylenol!" She announced while taking some money from a piggy bank and rushing out the door.
I walked into my room, clothes scattered all over the floor, CD's sprawled all over my dresser, and the bed unmade. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that my black, medium length hair was sticking up in random places and my makeup was smudged.
I went into the bathroom and washed my face. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I looked really innocent without all of the makeup covering me up. Although I hardly ever went out without makeup before. I hated how I looked without it.
I went back into my room and cleaned up the mess on the floor, and soon picking out some clothes to change into. I chose my white AC/DC shirt and pair of black jeans. I fixed up my hair, then hurried to the door when I heard a knock.
I opened the door, "Wow Sara, that was really fast-" I paused as I looked up to who it was. The blonde guy from the apartment?
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Scarred Beauty
FanfictionNikki Sixx calling Joanna ugly when they were in High School is probably the least of her problems. There were many other reasons why her High School years were hell. They claw at her everyday. But Nikki would do anything to help her, unexpectedly f...
