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ALLISON

As I woke up I felt pain on my head. I rubbed my temples with both of my hands, to soothe the pain even if it's just for a while.

I stood up and walked outside my room, in hopes to find pain relievers in the main bathroom. My bathroom doesn't contain any first aid kit or whatever, it's all found on the main bathroom.

I went down the stairs, but I was shocked to see paper cups, both colors of red and blue, scattered everywhere, with spilt drinks on carpets and beer stains on the windows. Luckily I wore the slippers I found on my doorstep, and I immediately wore it.

I continued going down the stairs until I reached the ground floor, and I wasn't surprised when I saw hungover bodies on the floor, some on the couch, and even outside on the pool. The glass door onthe backyard looks like a television screen, showing sleeping bodies all intoxicated and exhausted outside.

I rushed to the main bathroom, and to my damn luck, it's clean as it is. No stains, no beer, no vomit or craps on the toilet. It still smelt good anyway, and I like it that way.

I rummaged through the medicine cabinet, looking for Advil or whatever pain reliever there is. I grabbed an Advil just sitting right above a blade, but I slowly grazed over my finger on the missed metal. Istopped using them for days. I'm happy I am capable of preventing myself from cutting, because all I know is that cutting myself would never solve anything.

It just adds up to the problem.

I went back to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water from the fridge, swallowing the medicine, and drinking more water.

I sat on the barstool while observing our house, and it's devastating. It's really more messy than upstairs, because vomits are present on the floors.

I heard shuffling on the stairs, and I looked up to see, well, it's Luke Hemmings.

He saw me and looked away, like i'm a creepy person that stalks him. Well even if I fall head over heels for him, I don't actually stalk him. It's not worth of my time.

I was surprised though when he walked over to me, and I gulped the last of my water before turning my expression neutral, free of any emotion.

"Hey I don't care if this is your house, but who's room is the second one after the stairs?"

I pretended to think for a while before answering.

"It's my room. " He scrunched up his nose in disgust, like he thinks I have some virus or what.

"Why, Luke? Is there a problem with my room? You know there are a lot of rooms here, you could have used them instead." I choked on myself inwardly, unable to believe that I have said such thing.

But he's Luke Hemmings, baby.

He doesn't feel a thing.

"Whatever. I'm so lucky I just slept on the floor." He groaned, before rubbing his eyes.

"Well maybe I should clean my floor then." I spat back, but this time I said it calmly, like i'm just pondering about cleaning my room.

"Well I do think i'm cleaner than your face." He spat back at my face, but when I was about to answer, I heard a car park outside. Thinking it's mom and dad, I went off the stool and ran to the door.

I breathed in relief when I saw that it's only Riley. "Where the hell have you been?" He just rolled his eyes and pushed past me, high fiving Luke and sitting down on the stool.

"Allison. Buy me pingpong balls, a window cleaner, and also some things to clean the carpets and couches. And just clean it afterwards."

I scoffed at him.

"What? Am I your maid now?"

"Yes. You are. You're worthless anyways, so just go and do it before I kick your ass out of the house and tell mom that you ran away."

But I was surprised when I saw Luke's grinning expression fade after Riley said such thing.

I have gotten used to it, but this time it has gotten worse.

"Whatever. I don't care, Riley, I would rather die than be with your stupid king games." I groaned and went upstairs, changing into appropriate clothes.

I grabbed my car keys on my desk and jogged downstairs, looking at Luke and my brother, along with some of their woken up friends, eating cereal.

I never eat anyway, I would rather eat outside than inside the house.

I exited the door without them noticing, and I drove away to the nearest sports shop.

I stopped on the nearest mall, getting out of the car and locking the door.

I looked at my reflection on the rearview mirror, and yeah, I look like garbage. Lonely, disposed garbage.

I still couldn't get my mind off what Riley said earlier, but tears aren't even threatening to fall.

Am I this brave, or are all my tears shed already?

I entered the cold mall but shivered, and I found the Sport's shop quickly. I roamed the racks until I found pingpong balls, and I put out my cash until I headed to the counter.

"Oh it's you green head" I looked up to see Michael Clifford. I never knew he worked here.

"Oh. Hi." I'm surprised that my voice broke, and he frowned. "You look like you're really fed up with your life." He smirked, and he handed me the bag and I handed him my cash.

"Well maybe see you the next time around, Greenhead." He waved at me and I returned the gesture, laughing at the nickname he made.

I exited the shop, a smile plastered upon my face, at least he made me smile for once.

I bought everything including the window cleaners and such that.

I drove home, and as I got nearer my smile is fading.

As I opened our doors my brother smirked and pointed on the floor, but instead I huffed and put the things on the barstool and walked away.

"Where do you think are you going?" He growled, and I looked back at him from the stairs.

"I'm going to my room. What do you think?" I smirked, because Michael actually guessed that I'm fed up with my whole life. It sucks living on a hellhole.

I approached Luke on the hallway and I pushed past his shoulder, bumping his. I felt him look back, but I didn't. I'm also fed up with his rudeness.

I don't like Luke Hemmings anymore.

Him being such an asshole and all.