Light & Darkness

Chapter 18: I'll never let go!

Hello readers, before starting reading this chapter you need to go back to chapter 17 and read Adrian's pov as i have just added it (if you haven't read it yet :))) Enjoy!

I cracked open my eyes, wondering where the hell I was, I couldn't figure it out, I felt disorientated

Is this what it feels like to be drunk? I mentally questioned myself.

My head and neck, both were hurting so I held my head and started to massage the side of my neck a little. It was probably due to lack of sleep that my head felt so heavy. I was lying on the dark brown carpeted floor, on my right side facing the window. Of course.

It was sort of my habit to sleep on the floor whenever I worked till late at night. Most of the time, I fall asleep on the table and find myself on the floor next morning. Mum always hated it and I always get scolded because of that.

The sun was peeking through my bedroom's window. I groaned in annoyance because of the bright rays of the sunlight from the rising sun causing me to squint my eyes. I blinked rapidly, wondering how long I've been asleep. My fuzzy head indicated that it's not been too long. I tried to close my eyes and got back to sleep again. Whatever happened yesterday, I just didn't want to recall it, but the thoughts biting at my mind forbade me from sleeping. I sat up yawning, opening my both eyes properly. I rubbed the back of my hand against my cheek to clean the dry trail of slight drool. I was in the same dress as yesterday, as I didn't change into my pyjamas last night, didn't even brush my teeth and now I was feeling a weird taste in  my mouth.

'Urgh! I feel so disgusting! I mentally cringed at myself.

I got up to my feet and opened the window. A gust of cool breeze hit my face giving me a refreshed feeling. I closed my eyes again, inhaled the fresh air of dawn and let the sun rays warm up my body. When I opened my eyes again I saw a familiar figure standing leaning against the wooden fence in front of my house, looking straight up at me. It was Adrian, or may be my imagination, with the same brooding look on his face. I felt a sting in my heart and quickly closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes slowly again, he was gone.

It was my imagination, I thought. 

I turned around and leaned my back against the window, sighing heavily. I checked the wound on my arm. It wasn't a big, it was rather small, little scratches but I had to hide it to avoid any sort of questioning from my mum. I laid down on the bed pulling my duvet over me. The whole thing that happened last night started playing in front of my eyes like a movie. I was feeling guilty inside, I felt like a coward for running away. 

You should've helped not run away! I scolded myself.

After an hour or two I heard the creaking sound of my door opening. It must've been mum. She peaked at me and then left the room, shutting the door gently thinking that I was fast asleep. Thank goodness I was on my bed when she came, otherwise I would have been scolded for the rest of the day for sleeping on the floor again. I felt really bad for lying to her, but I didn't want her to get worried.

I stayed in bed staring at the off-white ceiling, thinking about yesterday until 12:30 in the afternoon. When my head started hurting really badly and my stomach started rumbling like no tomorrow, that's when I decided to get up and start my day.

Mum was having her hat class when I got downstairs after taking a shower. I said a quick hello to everyone in the living room and went to the kitchen to have my breakfast, well lunch or brunch? I spread mayonnaise on one piece of toast and ketchup on another, topping it with pieces of chicken, cucumber and onion. I took my breakfast into my room after making myself a cup of coffee and telling mum not to disturb me.