Sorry

Thirteen

I feel like trash when wake up.

Probably because my neck has a cramp and my back had a cramp and my eye? Yeah. It has a cramp too.

And it hurts like hell.

Oh also because Daddy slapped me from my sleep.

It was kinda scary. I thought I was dying...but then I realised I was waking up upside down.

I fell out of the couch when I was rudely woken up and dropped on my head.

To add to that, it was 5:00 in the morning.

"My couch! My beautiful sofa!" Papa cried.

My head was a bit woozy so I sat down.

Only to be pulled up from my seat.

"You...you wet my couch. You wet my couch!" Papa had me by my hand.

I blinked.

I looked down at the couch. It had a circle that was slightly darker than the usual brown colour.

Then I looked down at myself.

My sweatpants were soaked and it was beginning to get cold.

It was annoying.

"Oh." I muttered, my eyes drooping.

I wonder how long I waited for them.

I wonder when they came back.

I wonder when I fell asleep.

When I don't get my sleep, my personality is always off and people don't seem to like me.

Not like they like me anyway-

"Jay! You're disgusting! My god. The couch reeks!"

My shoulders slump and I look down at the floor. "I-I'll go shower."

I make my way upstairs and jump in the shower, thinking if I stay under the spray for long enough whilst holding my breath, I may just drown.

It almost worked.

I accidentally breathed out and then breathed in sharply, dragging in water through my throat and nose.

I spluttered, causing me to shoot out water from my mouth.

I then breathed in again and that's when I used my brain and jumped out of the shower.

I then began to panic. I almost died. Sort of. Okay I didn't but that's beyond the point.

My throat was closing up as I began coughing.

It sounded like I was trying to get something out of my throat.

I couldn't stop, my heart beat increased and my vision was blurry.

I stumbled over to the sink and leant over it.

My stomach was turning as I continued to panic.

I could feel myself shaking as I heaved.

It was like vomiting fire.

My stomach was empty so it was just a foul acid that came up and poured into the sink.

It kept coming in small fountains of bile.

When I was done I rinsed out my mouth and brushed my teeth again.

I quickly rinsed the sick down the sink and realised that the floor was wet.

And so were my legs and it wasn't just water.

I groaned and hopped back in the shower to wash my legs.