I try to stand up but quickly fall back onto the bed when I feel a sting running through my thighs. They're all bruised up and hurt like hell.
"Fuck!" I yell when I try to stand up again. This time I don't fall, I keep walking despite the fact that my legs hurt even more with every step that I take.
Once I finally made it to the bathroom I sit down on the toilet and masage my left thigh. How did this happen? I honestly can't remember anything that happened last night. I must have been really drunk or something.
After a few minutes I stand up again and step into the shower trying to ignor the fact that my thighs are screaming. I turn on the water and close my eyes, I listen to the water running over my skin probably leaving red marks all over it. I can't believe I was drunk! I usually never drink!
I look around but don't see anything that reminds me of my bath, so I quickly turn off the water and step out of the shower. I cover my bare self with a towl I see laying on the floor. I'm a hundert percent sure that this is not a fresha towl, but I wrap myself with it anyway because I sure as hell won't walk around uncoverd.
Before I walk out of the bath I quickly look into the mirror. My brown hair is wavy and wet it lies all over my and stiks to my body. Despite the fact that I just showerd I feel dirt and used.
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