Secrets and Ashes

Chapter 8: Good Morning, Beautiful.

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If it wasn't for the constant throbbing of my head, I wouldn't have woken up. It honestly felt like it was pulsing for some reason, and I couldn't do anything than clench my jaw to try and relieve some of the aching.

Life in plastic

It's fantastic

I knew I was sleeping, because of the warm pillow under my head. It smelt like green meadows and daffodils, and it was a bit cold.

You can brush my hair

Undress me everywhere

I dug my head further into it and took a deep sniff. Mmm it certainly made the throbs halt for a second.

Imagination

Life is your creation.

Why is this song following me everywhere? I should really remember to remove this ringtone that Aly installed on my phone.

I forced my eyelids open with the greatest effort I could muster. My vision was met with a plain white ceiling. Instantly, I squinted at the sudden rays of sunlight that dove into my eyes.

Is it morning? When did that happen?

My mouth and throat were so dry; it almost felt like I swallowed sandpaper. And my stomach was twisting and turning in knots. I could hear my phone violently vibrating somewhere, probably on a nearby surface or something, but I had no energy to get up and see where.

Okay, let's try recalling what in hell happened yesterday. Most of it was a blur to be honest. Well, first we drove to Sean's place for the party, and then playing this retarded drinking game with Jayce. That was so stupid of me. Seriously, how did I agree to such a thing? Usually I would pass out from two cups of beer but yesterday, it was a whole other story.

No really, drunken Ash is not a pretty sight. At all.

I remember going up to Jayce's room too, and him sneaking up on me like a shady wolf. Okay, he wasn't sneaking up on me but it felt that way because I was the one doing something really shady. I guess there were files of some sort; maybe something to do with money? Sean's name? Vegas?

Guess I'm the one with the memory of a half-witted goldfish.

But why was my head throbbing so much? Is this what they call a hangover? I've never had one and let me say, it feels like straight up torture. I groaned and rolled to my side, causing my head to ache even more. After getting my vision in focus again, I realized I was staring at black bedside tables. I was even covered in black bed sheets. Am I in a horror film? Will some random scar faced psychopath lunge on me and rip me up to pieces? Maybe I'm even strapped to this bed! Never mind, I can move my arms.

I should really get imagination therapy if that even exists.

But seriously where am I? It looks familiar. Did Jayce's room look like that? Or was it Sean's? Idiot, you haven't even been in Sean's room. Wait... Have I? I ask too many questions, and what's worse is that they're all directed at me.

After making ridiculously impossible scenarios in my head, a freakishly loud snore erupted from somewhere. I squealed like a ten year old and quickly sat upright on the bed.