Till I met you; e.d

7

song for this chapter: I don't care by Ariana Grande
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"I used to feel so obligated to be so much more. I used to let some people tell me how to live and what to be."

Ambers pov

Saturday morning

Pain.

That's all I felt as I awoke from last nights restless sleep.

My head felt as if it was beating along with the pace of my heartbeat; throbbing intensely.

My throat had never felt so dry; and it felt as if I had to gulp down a huge lump, every time I tried to swallow.

However, nothing beat the intense feeling of nausea that hung over my whole body as my eyes stared up at the plain white ceiling above me.

So this is what a hangover felt like.

I would always hear people at school talk about how nothing was worse than an intense next morning hangover; but I didn't really understand till now.

I was sure that even one slight movement could cause me to throw up the whole contents inside my body.

As my eyes focused on the thin lines of paint that traced around the ceiling of what I thought was my room; someone clicked within my mind.

My ceiling doesn't have those lines.

My hands swiftly patted down the bed sheets; in hope that I would feel the familiar fuzzy warmth of my fur duvet.

But instead, my palms were filled with a much thinner, rougher kind of material.

This is not my fucking bed.

My heart rate begin to increase majorly as my mind tried to force any recognition of last night. Even more importantly; who's bed I was in.

The thought that maybe i had gone home with some random guy; or even worse hooked up with them last night; doomed over me.

As I sat quietly, inhaling deeply, then exhaling the same way; blurry images began to play through my mind as I concentrated thoroughly.

Meeting Ethan, him being an asshole, drinking way too much, stripping in front of everyone, Ethan taking me away from the party, me falling asleep in his car.

All the pieces began to form together, until everything clicked, causing me to jolt up from my current position.

I swallowed the thick air in my throat, as I realised I had spent the night at Ethan's.

I slowly brought my fingers up to my eyes, gently rubbing them as i tried to adjust to the daylight that was peeking through the blinds.

As my eyes adjusted to the light, they began to scan the unfamiliar room; which to my surprise was fairly bare.

The blinds were a boring grey colour, that didn't really go with the equally as unadorned white walls; which made the room seem cold and unsettling.

The only furniture that seemed to be in this room was the small double bed I was currently sat in, a small bedside table, a chest of draws and a small tv.