Bang, bang, bang. "Kambree," bang, bang, bang, "are you up?" I slowly brought my hands up to my face, rubbing the sleep away from my eyes. Jesus Christ, my body felt like it had been taken to the ground by a UPS truck just for me to get back up and be run down by semi.
What the hell had I done last night? I sluggishly sat up and opened my eyes, taking in the sight around me, the cool tile floor, the toilet and shower to my left, the tub behind me. What? How? Why am I...Oh God. The events from last night suddenly rushed back into my memory. I quickly glanced down at my wrists. My arms were covered in dry blood, along with my clothes. The once white towel and the white tile floor were now coated in the dry, red substance.
Bang, bang, bang. "Kambree, you need to be ready to go in fifteen minutes. Please open the door so I at least know you're awake." Oh no, it's Phil. What do I do? There is no way I can let him see me like this, it would surely not go over well.
"I'll be right there," I called out, hoping he could hear me. I scrambled around the bathroom turning on the sink and wetting a rag to clean up the dried pool of blood on the floor. I quickly wiped what I could off of my arms before grabbing the white hotel bath robe and throwing it on. I ran to the door and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself. I opened the door to see Phil's tired and slightly irritated face.
"What have you been doing?" Phil questioned, "I've been banging on this door for the past ten minutes. We're going to be late." Great. What was I supposed to say? Sorry, I cut my wrist and passed out and forgot to set my alarm before doing so. Yeah, like that wouldn't get me locked in a mental institution. I really hated lying to Phil, I feel like that's all I have done as of late.
"I know, I'm sorry. I guess yesterday's schedule drained me a lot more than I thought and I just kind of overslept," I answered. I mean, it wasn't technically a lie; the hours of interviews and photoshoots yesterday had exhausted me. Maybe not quite to the point of missing my alarm this morning, but still.
"Okay, can you be ready in fifteen?" Phil asked, deciding not to question my reasoning.
"Yeah," I nodded. I mean I really only had to shower and throw on some decent clothes. Everything else would be sorted out in hair and make-up once we arrived at the studio.
"Kay, I'll leave you to it then," Phil stated before walking off down the hall in the direction of his room.
I quickly ran back into the bathroom, starting the shower. I took a little more time to clean up the bloody mess on the floor while the water warmed up, throwing the now crimson stained towels into a corner of the bathroom. Hopefully the maid service won't think too much of it. I quickly showered and sauntered back into the room towards my suitcase. I had to find something that would cover my wrist so as not to divulge the events of last night to the rest of the word.
I pulled out some black crop leggings and a lacy magenta tank with a thin off-white, long sleeved cover up. It didn't really matter what I put on now as long as it covered my arms; my outfit was surly to be changed into something my stylist deemed as more 'television appropriate' as soon as we got to the studio anyway.
I brushed my hair, swiftly throwing it into a messy bun and packed up suitcase. Someone from my team would be here to pick it up and take it to the airport later. I looked over towards the wall where I had thrown my phone last night. There were small chips of paint scattered on the carpet near where my phone had landed. I picked up the small, rectangular object, examining the now shattered screen.
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The Price of Ambition
Novela Juvenil"Have you ever felt like everyone you know seems to have it all figured out, meanwhile, you're left sitting alone on a bench watching the world spin around you, still trying to sort out what the hell you're doing with your own life?" "All the time...
