High

Chapter One

I woke up, in my bed, which was unusual. I placed my feet on the stained rug of my apartment and looked around. I looked at my bed and it also being stained and walked in my "kitchen," looked in the fridge seeing three beers and a leftover sandwich from two days ago. I grabbed the sandwich and went to my bathtub, it being the only place I could eat considering there was no chairs or a table. There was throw up everywhere.

I took a shower and grabbed an old t-shirt and some scissors. I cut off the sleeves and put it on. I went to the bathroom and grabbed my half empty mascara and my favorite cherry red lipstick and applied both. After I put on one of my four jackets that looked best with my shirt and opened my apartment door, closed it, and locked it.

"Where do you think you're going missy?" his slurred words being still drunk from last night

"No where," he was in general too stupid to realize I was going somewhere that he slammed his door and took another loud swig of tequila.

I walked down the steps one by one each step reminding me of the pain inside. The pain of him hurting me like that. Him cheating on me.

I opened the doors and a big gust of cold wind struck me, making my already done hair even worse. I was headed to a club.