Seven | Book 1 (An EXO fiction)

10.

~Chapter 10: Invading My Privacy~

My body hurts.

My face especially hurts.

I groan as I push up off of the floor. I run my fingertips over my cheek to feel the carpet imprints. I was face planted on the carpet of the living room all night, and I have slob drying on my face.

I'm a disgusting creature.

The lights are too bright around me and I feel nauseous. I rub my eyes and squint around the living room. Empty. Not a single person is still here, and it was cleaned of last night's mess. The only reminder that the party even happened being my hungover ass still sitting here on the ground. I place a hand to my matted hair and a yawn floats out of my mouth.

Where is everyone?

I'm slightly sad that not even Tao was here with me. He didn't even wake me up to make me move to my bedroom. What a great friend. I think sarcastically. I stand up and another wave of nausea washes over me. I shouldn't have drunk last night.

I shouldn't have drunk as much as I did at least.

My head throbs angrily from last night's poor decisions, and my dry throat aches. I need water, and I need to clean myself up. Did I not drink any water before falling asleep? When did I even fall asleep? I definitely don't remember lying down to rest. I drag myself to the kitchen for a glass of water, a bright yellow sticky sticks to the fridge catching my attention.

Gone to handle some business in town. Go through your clothes and pick out your best outfit for the Queen.

Xx Kris

I rip the sticky off the stainless steel of the fridge and tuck it in the waistband of my black shorts. I have at least a month until I'm supposed to go to the castle. Why do I have to find an outfit so early on?

I pour a glass of water and pop a pain reliever (or 5, but I mean who's counting?). I guess I'll make breakfast today since it seems as though no one else has any intentions of doing so. I should see if the other two are still alive before I start cooking probably.

One set of stairs later, I find Luhan's room empty. His bed is unmade and it's kind of junky, but he isn't there. It looks like he hasn't been there since yesterday. I frown and go to Tao's. He is sprawled out across his mattress deep in sleep. I shake his shoulder hard enough to wake him slightly. He groans, but I know that he is awake enough now and that he can respond.

"Do you want breakfast?"

"Mmm." Alright, I'll take that as a yes. I leave my friend to his slumber and softly shut his door behind me. I walk in to my room across from his and take off my clothes so that I can shower and change my outfit for the day. I lock my door behind me and grab a simple dress and some underwear.

I scream upon entering the bathroom.

I drop my clothes on the ground as a tattered girl looks wide eyed at me. She looks as startled by me as I do her. The skin from her jaw down to her collarbone are marred with discolored patches of skin. Each one dark and standing out against the previously unbruised skin. They look messily placed. No pattern to how they've appeared, but the intensity of their color prove to me that they had to be intentional, and that they're only worsening. My hands shakily reach up to graze the spots on my skin that are visible on my reflection in the mirror. When I see that it isn't just a figment of my imagination or a mirror illusion, I gasp.

"What...the fuck." I stare hard in the mirror at what can only be hickeys and try to recall how this happened.

We drank. We played Never Have I Ever. Tao punched a lamp. I stared at myself in the mirror of the downstairs bathroom.