Connected

Chapter 12: No.

Song of the chapter: Ribs by Lorde

ALISON'S P.O.V.

My head was pounding, my eyes adjusted to the ocean brightness as I woke up, not having any idea of what happened last night. I searched for my clock only to find myself falling off my bed.

"Ughhhhh!" I moaned.

Balancing on my feet, I wobbled to my bathroom.

Ew. I thought.

My dress was a mess as well as my face and hair. I decided to wait for my balance to come back before taking a shower.

I cleaned my face with makeup remover, jerked my hair into a ponytail, changed into a plain tshirt, put on some short shorts, and put my glasses on.

I went to the kitchen only to find...bags? Suitcases?

Woah.

"JOHN!" I yelled.

"Oh..so now you know me?" he asked from the kitchen.

"Wha-?"

"You don't remember? Last night?"

No. I looked down.

"You got wasted, Al. I didn't even know you drank. You were hitting on another guy.." he looked down as well.

"I didn't even wanna go, John! They made me! They bought me drinks! I fell into the pressure! I'm sorry.." I cried.

He was silent.

"This doesn't mean you have to leave. I love you,"

"Oh yeah? How many fingers am I holding up?" he stuck up the bird.

"GO SHOVE THAT UP YOUR ASS JOHN!!" I wailed and fled to the one place that brought me serenity; the beach.

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I was listening to the song Ribs by Lorde and it basically described my current state of mind. I was just walking, pacing myself as the waves crashed upon the shore. Why can't I be a wave? They have an unbalanced rhythm, but everyone admires them. Nothing ever goes right; everything is wrong. When everything seems as if it's in war, people go to the beach to clear their mind. I want to be reliable. But everyone just thinks I'm perfect. Everyone thinks nothing ever goes wrong when that's just it; everything IS wrong.

I stopped walking. I sat down on the sand and just...sat.

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-Mel.