21 Weeks of High

My Life in a Device

November 16th - Hazel’s flat (9:00am)

Chapter 4: My Life In a Device

Where the hell am I?

Yesterdays events flood back through my mind at a hundred miles per hour. I squeezed my eyes shut and put my hand towards my forehead feeling my headache come back. What is this utterly disgusting feeling in my stomach? And why won’t the room stop moving?

I turned to see my phone alarm ringing through the once quiet surrounding lighting up the dark room. My phone now read 9:03am.

Why am I in a couch? I opened my eyes wide to figure out my unfamiliar atmosphere.

That's when it struck me.

The unknown call last night, the way I had no way home. Spending the night in a stranger’s couch. My eyes widened as I realized I wasn’t supposed to be here. My heart rate got unusually faster.

How foolish of me to leave with some stranger. Lisa must be worried sick. I should call her to let her know I’m okay.

I grabbed the white iPhone and unlocked it, before groaning at the realization that my phone was in the arms of Mr.Unknown Caller.

I need to get my self out of bed if I want to be able to be reunited with my baby.

Yeah that's right, I just called my phone baby. Problem?

Didn’t think so.

I pushed myself up and walked across the soft carpet of the bedroom and slid down the stairs to the kitchen, smelling a pleasant scent of pancakes and eggs.

My favourite.

The kitchen was cozy, just like most of the house. It had yellow walls that seemed freshly painted and brown mahogany cupboards that brought most of the warmth. It reminded me a lot of back home.

“Oh, you’re awake, good. I’ve made some breakfast.” Hazel formed a slight forced smile on her face.

This girl is so nice, doesn’t her heart from being so damn polite?

“I don’t understand why you’re doing this for me. I don’t even know you.” I said looking down at my bare feet.

“All good comes to those who give. If I’m in your situation how would I want to be treated? And plus judging by how much you drank last night, you probably feel horrid.” Hazel replied, not looking up from her cooking food. She stirred the eggs and placed all the pancakes in the main table.

“Thank you very much Hazel for your hospitality and everything. It’s really refreshing knowing there are people like you.” I flashed her a genuine smile but she didn’t even look up from her food. She seemed a little too preoccupied.

“There are painkillers in the cabinet.” She nodded towards one of the cabinets.

“But wait until after breakfast to take them. Medication shouldn’t be taken with an empty stomach.” Hazel added softly.

Hinting that the eggs were ready, she turned the stove off and brought out a plate to place the food on. She motioned me to sit down at the breakfast table.

“Do you need any help?” I asked walking towards the rest of the food. It was the least I could do for her.

I silently picked up the rest of the utensils and got to work.

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We ate in silence, until I decided I couldn’t bear it anymore. I wasn’t much of a quiet person.