INSOMNIAC // H.S

Chapter 8

Sierra's POV

My head is hurting like an indentation curved on the side of my head. My eyes flinch in distress circling around my body. I can't figure out why. Most of my memories from yesterday were faded and I can't retrace my steps. 

I lift the weight of my body of this strangely deep bed. I look around and I wake up in a room which isn't mind. I scrunch my eyebrows in utter confusion. Where the devil was I? The room was beautifully decorated unlike mine with basic things in it. My throat hurt as every single time I tried to breath it only scorched inside. It's highly peculiar to be aching all around inside and out. 

I put one toe on the incredibly soft carpet and tried my best to find my way out of here. I can't be out of Denver yet. I could hear voices from outside the door and I slowly twisted the knob and shut it as gently as possible. I heard a quite argument further down the narrow hall. It sounded like two people, a girl and a boy fighting over something. I was scared if they were captors of me and what they actually wanted.

I peered around the corner to see a blonde girl and a boy with short messy brown hair. They were shouting and accusing over the kitchen counter in the center of the room. "Darling, you're awake." she smiled which I wasn't able to trust. She was about to approach me so I walked down the carpeted hall towards the window at the end not making eye contact. "What's wrong Sierra?" and I turned to her swishing my hair to the side.

"How do you know my name?" I struck an eyebrow questioning her demanding. I didn't know where the hell I was neither did I know these people. Surprisingly, she was shocked when I asked. The silence cued my thoughts and I just examined her. Such a pretty face but she wasn't the best dressed. A miniscule pair of shorts and a large muscle tank barely covering the side of her body. I tried imagining Alexis in it, God that'll be revolting. 

Wait a minute Alexis. She's probably looking around mad for me. I'm so screwed. My thoughts increased my heart beat and I started to breath inconsistently. "Sierra calm down, we met yesterday remember?" She hushed stroking my back trying to get me to take an actual deep breath. She met me yesterday? I can't recall and maybe that's the reason behind me not remembering where i've actually been. Something happened to me.

"Could you - please - explain?"  I huffed into separate sentences. I'm in the need for answers. Desperately. She nods her head and as the man tries to follow us into the room I woke up in but she motioned her head to the side telling her to leave. She bummed herself onto the luxurious bed whilst I stood fidgeting with my thumbs endlessly twiddling. "Come on Bambi." she insisted patting the empty spot next to her. 

I nervously sat next to whom I think is one of my captors. I'm afraid. What if this is all and act and she'd strangle me to my dark death. I pushed it aside as my patience for the words to end my confusion.  She smiled with a doll like complexion and bright red painted the perfect lips on her face. "Sierra, you were on drugs." she confessed putting me into shame. "You drank a whole bottle of straight up vodka and passed out." 

I covered my hand onto my mouth. I felt so unclean it was unrealistic of me to even think of drinking like that. I wasn't it good hands to even have a drop of alcohol drop into my throat. Oliver might keep our hearts pumping but it's not enough for goods like that. I thought my first time experimenting with drinks would be something interesting but I wouldn't have wanted to get carried away at whatever dump I was in.

"By who? Do you know."  I asked so desperate. "I didn't do it to myself!" I tried to hide all this idiotic behaviour. 

"I know you didn't do it on purpose." she acknowledged. "Harry did. Do you even know him?" 

My mind was smashed. Bits of me crashed like glass. How could I have been that stupid to even believe him for one second in my life. I wanted to just explode into nothing. I wanted to vanquish him from my prescence if I ever had the chance. "Oh... I do. What day is it?" I asked a bit wary of my sudden disappearance and the impact on my family. Not like anyone in school cares.