When I opened my eyes on the morning of May the 8th, I did my best to piece the past night together, as if it was a broken puzzle.
It took all my energy to hoist my body up on the red couch I was laying on. I noticed Bella as she walked across the room due to the fact that she was only wearing Lacey black underwear and nothing else.
When my eyes trail down to my own body I soon realise that I'm covered in yesterdays vodka jelly, which is more of a sticky liquid than anything now.
"Get up Marcy, we're leaving soon for the gig" Bella yells loudly from across the room. In an effort to wake myself up for a second time I stretch out my arms and legs across the couch in a sprawled manner, before making my way to the restroom.
When met with the mirror on the old fashioned wall I'm encountered with droopy, bloodshot eyes. Nothing of the unknown though.
I take a moment to have a good look in the mirror, resting my face into my palms and balancing my elbows onto the small sink below me, wondering who the girl looking back at me was.
I'm soon pulled out of my daydream when I feel warm arms wrap around my waist and alcohol scented lips kiss me on the cheek, so familiar yet so surprising at the same time.
Whispers begin to filter into my ear, and even though they are filled with supposedly sweet words I feel myself drifting further and further away with every sentence.
I peel myself away and walk back into the living room, turning the corridor to bump into Bella."
"Watch it Marcy, and put some makeup on for fucks sake, you look manic"
