My dark side

The Hangover

"You need to spend time crawling alone through shadows to truly appreciate what it is to stand in the sun."

-Shaun Hick

My door gets slammed open. 'Jessica, time to get your ass out of bed.' My mother opens the curtains so the sunlight shines through the room.
I groan, the sun hurting my eyes. 'Please close them. It hurts.' I try to cover my eyes for the sun. 'No.' my mother literally screams. She makes a lot of noises going to my room, just to make me feel like my head is going to burst. 'Okay, okay. I get it. No more drinking until I'm 18.'
'Ow darling, this isn't even the beginning.' She says while she smiles at me. 'Today is going to be a hell for you.'
I groan. 'Please tell me you didn't .'
She nods. 'I invited the family. They will be here in an hour, so dress up. And welcome to hell.' She leaves the room while laughing.

After a time of stumbling trying to dress. I finally get downstairs. My brother stands downstair and says really loudly. 'Hey girl, you look spectacular. So good. Definitely not having a hangover.' 'Please, be quiet. Everything hurts.' He laughs. 'This is your own fault. Drinking with a fake ID. I'm proud of you.' He says laughing. I want to say something, but I'm already running to the toilet because I need to throw up.

Instead of helping me, while I'm throwing up at the toilet, my brother just watch and says. 'Well, that must have been one hell of a night. Hope this is worth it.' and walks away. I feel so bad. Everything hurts and the shower didn't help either. I still feel like I'm sweating all over my body. The worst thing is the goddam headache. It feels like there is a drummer in my head. Every step I make, I feel through my body.

When I finally have the feeling there is nothing more in my stomach, I go and meet the family who already let themselves in. They all go silents once they see me. 'Rough night?' My uncle James ask. 'Guess, you learned your lesson.' My aunt Niva laughs, 'I would behave if I were you. You weren't the brave boy either.' 'Well, that didn't stop you, now did it?' Says James, while kissing Niva on the neck.
They begin a discussion, while I find a chair and try to sit.
Everything is so bright, and al the sounds are ten times as hard as they normally are. I wish I would never have drunk so much.

I try to remember everything about last night but it's kind of a blur. I remember some guy I met. My cheeks turn red when I think of how I acted around him. O God, that is just so embarrassing. I really hope to never ever meet him again. I don't know what I would do. I gosh, I was so drunk.
I remember that after talking to him, I went dancing and he stayed right in his chair. But what happened after that I don't know.

I go up to my mother to ask what happened, and how I got home.
She laughs, what makes me feel my migraine even more. 'You called us, darling. You said you were drunk and wanted to go home. You were the cutest girl I've seen. You were talking about how you loved everybody and everything. You even screamed it to everyone on the side of the road, because 'you had to tell everyone.''
O well, not as bad as I thought I would be. Thank god. I sigh in relief.

I feel so tired that I can hardly stand. Mom looks at me and says. 'You know what. Why don't you go upstairs and sleep it off? I don't think they would mind. You look like crap.'
I sigh in relief. I can finally go. The sounds and the light were killing me.
It takes me a while until I'm upstairs. I have the feeling that I can hear my liver scream to me. I will never ever drink this much again. I vow to myself.

When I finally reach my bed, I almost fall in it before remembering that I need to close the curtains first. I groan while I close them.
Of course, they will get stuck the moment you don't need it. I pull at them until the curtains are closed. Finally I think.
I lay down in my bed when my phone busses. You got to be kidding me. Can't they just leave me alone?
I open my phone just to have the feeling my eyes are branded out. Quickly I turn the light down on my phone. Gosh, I always hate that.
On my screen is a message from Layla. I open it.
'Hey girl, you feel like shit too? I can't stand this. Why did we drink again?'
'Why?!' I reply. 'Because you said we needed to do it. I never said we needed to drink.'
'Yeah, but you never said we shouldn't do it.' She replies.
'Even when you're on a hangover, you're irritating.' I reply.
'That is why you love me', she replies back.
I smile and close my phone. Yeah, I love her. She can be irritating as hell, but she is the best friend I've ever had.

I close my eyes for a couple of seconds when I hear a ping again. Ugh, if she doesn't stop messaging me I will tell her to fuck off. I look at my phone to see an unknown number. That is weird, maybe a wrong number. I don't open it and put my phone away. Well, that person can wait. I'm going to sleep and when I wake up I will feel a lot better. Well, at least I hope so. I can't have another day of this. I try to sleep, but I'm just too curious about the message.
After just laying there for half an hour I pick up my phone and look at the message.
It says:
'Hey, maybe you don't remember me, but we met at the club last night. I really liked you and wanted to see you again. You make an end to my darkness.'
How the hell did he get my number, is the first thing that shoots through my head. I never gave him it.
'You have the wrong number', I text back. No way, I'm going to deal with this.
'I'm sure I don't', he replies. 'This is Jessica, right?'
Oh, shit...
Hold on, how does he know my name?! I never told him that. I'm sure of that.
'Nope, this isn't Jessica', I reply. 'Sorry, dude, you have the wrong number.'
Without hesitation, I block him and put my phone away. How the hell? I never told him, right? I hesitate, what if? No, I wouldn't be that stupid. Then how the hell did he get it? I pick the phone up again and WhatsApp Layla.
'Did you give some random guy my phone number?!' I ask.
I need to wait a couple of minutes before she replies. 'What? No, of course not. Why? I would never do that. I would give him my number ;).'
'Some guy just texted me and new my name. He wanted to see me again.' I reply.
'Again?' She replies.
'Well, I think I met him in the club while I was drunk.'
'hahaha', she replies. 'The only time you pick up a boy is when you're drunk. Go, team Jessica!'
'Oh shut up. This is creepy as fuck.' I reply, a little irritated by how she acts.
'Calm down girl. You just gave him your number while you were drunk.' She replies.
'Yeah, except I didn't.' I reply back.
'There is a reasonable reason for this. We just don't know it.' She replies. 'Maybe he found your number on the internet?'
'How would he even do that?' I reply.

'I don't know, but it is possible.' She replies.
I sigh, 'I need to go, it's getting late and I need to do some homework for tomorrow.'
'Like your going to do any.' She replies back.

She was right. I ended up on Netflix and watch a couple of series until eleven o clock. After that I lay awake for a while, staring at my ceiling. How the hell did that guy get my number and name?

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