Oh god, I grabbed my head. So this is what a hangover feels like? Last night started to flood back into my mind, we went to a local pub and a man bought us both a bunch of drinks, and then after he started to touch me I grabbed Kirsty and left, I hated it when people even laid a hand on my shoulder. Ugh, I'm disgusted in humans sometimes. Kirsty was laying down on the floor in the most uncomfortable position I've ever seen, she was going to be stiff. "Kirsty" I whispered while nudging her with my foot.
"W-what?" she clenched her teeth
"Hangover?"
"I don't know!"
I chuckled and then a searing pain erupted in my head "D-dam..." I grabbed my head hoping the pain would suppress.
-2 hour time skip-
"Wow that seriously sucked, that's the last time I'm ever drinking." Kirsty said
"You know that's a lie."
"Shut up."
"God that man just lost like $40 dollars for nothing"
"Haha, I know right. Oh and happy birthday Kitty."
"I hate when you call me that."
"Oh do you?"
"Yes."
"Well I better call you that more often then."
I didn't want to argue with her, there wasn't any point really. She won every argument, she was as stubborn as a stuck up rich kid. I replayed the events of yesterday, something hurt after I remembered what I felt, the feeling was way worse than a hangover. "Hey, hey you okay?" Kirsty was snapping her fingers infront of my face I waved her hands away "Yea, sorry I um spaced out."
"I'm worried for you Kat, I really am. You're acting a lot weirder than usual."
Tears started to trickle down my face I told her everything, but what would she think of me? "I'm really really sorry, it's just a lot to take in being 18. You being here got me really excited and everything and I started to think of everything we could do but right now I just want to sit here with you and watch TV." I can't believe I'm lying to her. "Oh..." Kirsty moved next to me on the couch and I laid my head on her shoulder. I exhaled sharply "I'm gonna see what's on the news." I turned on the TV hoping that I would see what I did yesterday on, but it wasn't. I was disappointed yet glad, I really didn't want to think about the horrendous thing I did. Should I tell Kirsty? "Later at 10 we will be discussing the murder of 38 year old Bobby Trent and eye witness Micheal Offner" Oh no.
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Psychotic Impulses (Jeff The Killer Romance)
FanfictionKat had gone through a lot in her life, she'd been abandoned and her trust broken. The only people she trusted was her best friend Derek, Kirsty, and Mr. Reli. As a child her father was an alcoholic, she didn't really know who he was. 3 years after...
