Paper thin // Joe Sugg au

*11*

I woke up, groggily wiping eyes. My head snapped to the side, eyes darting around the room. This wasn't my duvet; this wasn't my bed; this wasn't my room.

I got up, tip-toeing towards the door. My fingers wrapped around the handle, pulling it down slightly and - with extreme caution - i pulled it open. I looked around once more. I was in a hallway, a hallway unlike my own.

My head was throbbing with questions. I couldn't add anything up. There was nothing. No memories, no flashbacks, no thoughts. Nothing.

I began to move down the hallway. Each door i passed was another trap missed. Where was i?
I could see the hallway opened up into a different room. The kitchen. Noises.

Slowly stopping myself from going any further, i poked my head around the corner. No one was there. I walked forward again, noticing the door. An escape. This all seemed too easy but an escape was an escape.

I ran forward, grabbing the handle forcefully and pulling the door open.
"Leaving early, are we?" I jumped out of my skin and turned to face him. It was all piecing together now.
"What happened last night?" I asked Joe, concerned for my well being.
"You insisted on having a drink and then insisted on have one more, then another one and another and another and another and you get my point. I stopped you and put you to bed. You don't mind that i did that, do you?"

I shook my head. How could i be any more embarassed?

I couldn't remember anything. I knew we watched a film and the Caspar came over but everything else was blurry.

"Was I really that bad?" I asked, blushing a bright red.

"You just kept going on and on about random things so you weren't too bad. Don't you remember anything?" He tilted his head to the side a little.

"No, not really" I replied shrugging my shoulders which, somehow, caused my head to go spinning again.

"Like, nothing at all? You don't remember a thing?" He rushed his words, shyly smiling as he went a little pink.

"No... are you okay Joe? You are acting a bit, I don't know, weird? Did something happen last night that you don't want to tell me?" I silence followed as Joe tried to think of words.

"No, I just didn't think you'd be this bad in the morning. I thought you would have at least remembered... at least a little bit" I nodded curtly. 

JOE'S POV~

She didn't remember a thing. Not even the slightest detail of what happened. That stung a bit. How didn't she remember?

After everything - what she said, what I  said, the kiss - she doesn't have a clue.

I shouldn't have been so stupid. I should have known that there was going to be a hangover, that there was going to be a consequence. Now I have to get over it and, quite possibly, her .

MILLY'S POV~

^-^ TIME SKIP ^-^

(TRIGGER WARNING )

I was home alone.

My thoughts drowned out the noise of the traffic. Was that a good thing? What would I know? The traffic made me remember, my thoughts forced me to put the blame on someone. Is there a difference? A very little one, if there is.

My mind slowly drowned in the accusations. 'It's his fault, he was going too fast' 'Zoe should have been more careful!' 'Zoe? Zoe should have ben careful? You watched her almost die. You were the witness. You were the only one who was there to prevent this. You didn't prevent it'

The voices were get louder, echoing through the room. Each voice over-lapping another, fighting with another, arguing with my own mind.

My head was throbbing; my heart was thumping; my hands were shaking. Tears rolled from my eyes, pouring into an ocean of regret. An ocean of everything I could have prevented, everything I shouldn't have done, everything I should have said.

The voices grew louder and louder. It was getting too much, I couldn't hear my own mind anymore. It was lost; lost amongst the voices.

My scream echoed louder. It seemed to linger in the air for a while. The voices went silent for a bit though. It gave me a chance to run, to escape this building.

I didn't take that chance.

Instead, I ran to the kitchen, opening up the draw. I carefully hovered my hand over the contents, my mind fighting everything else to pick which one.

The voices chose for me.

The kitchen knife was sharp, I didn't have to put much pressure on it.

The blood that spilled out was full of secrets, words and actions should have never been carried out. I was relieving myself of the bad things I'd done yet it wasn't good enough.

A/n~ Aahhhh, I really don't know what this is but it was sort of rushed because I wanted to upload before going back into the cave of hell and not appearing till next (i'm jk, I won't be gone for that long). I think this is alright? You won't be seeing Joe's pov very often, I just put it in there to make it a little less confusing and to add some sort of secret (ish?) to the story. Vote and comment if you enjoyed it, I love any sort of feedback :)