Memories (Osix) (Hanahaki sequel)

chapter 11

It was early morning once again when I awoke. The smell of alcohol lingered in the air from last night. I covered my nose, the smell made me more nauseous then I already was.
I stood up and headed towards the bathroom. This new daily routine was getting old.
Finally I finished up and flushed the vile down the toilet.
Forcefully I pushed myself from the floor. It hurt a lot, my stomach practically screaming out from the soreness.
"Ugh" I groaned, leaning against the bathroom wall.
"Your going to be an issue aren't you" I mumbled under my breath.
"Your just like those damn flowers. You live in me and take my energy just like them. You cause me to puke and be in pain. And of course I can't tell Oswald about you at least not yet.
I groaned, this was the last thing I needed in my life.
"Whhhhy mee" I whimpered, walking towards the door as pain engulfed me.
"Just walk it off come on" I thought to myself as I walked out quietly. When I entered back into my room I was instantly hit with the smell of alcohol. It engulfed me, causing my stomach to flip around. I thought I was going to be sick again.
Quickly I snuck past the bed where oswald was sleep, and headed downstairs. The smell weakened as I got into the kitchen which was a relief.
"My god this house is a mess" I shook my head in disappointment.
"Guess I'm going to be the one to clean. They will probably all wake up with hangovers" I mumbled, walking over to grab cleaning supplies.
"Guess this is my day today" I rolled my eyes before beginning to clean up the trashed house they had all caused.
It took quite awhile before the house was clean. To my luck everyone was still sleeping, so no one got in my way.
I looked back up at the clock, it was 9 am now so 3 hours had passed while I was cleaning.
"Wow.....Hm....what should I do while I wait for the others to wake up?" I tapped the table as I thought.
"I should probably work on my book" I rubbed the back of my neck. It had been almost a year since I had written anymore, people had started to get worried. At one point Sheba had to tell them I was okay and just busy. Yeah writing sounds like a good idea.
I pushed myself up from the table and headed back upstairs. I pushed the door open and was met with that same ungodly smell. My stomach lurched causing me to rush to the bathroom. My insides ached as the vile forced itself from my body.
This time I wasn't so lucky and it came in waves. I ended up hovering over that bowl for at least 30 minutes before I was sure I was good.
By the time I finished I was in so much pain I found it hard to stand up. "Can this be done yet? Can you just be born already?" I asked forcing myself up again.
I flushed the toilet and opened the door. My heart dropped as I saw Oswald sitting up in bed.
"Had he heard me?!"