Stranded

Chapter 33: Amnesia

Lea's POV

The reality is now almost as bothering as my dream.

Bizarrely, I woke up with a terrible headache plus a nauseous feeling on top of it.

It was just like everything that happened in my dream last night happened in reality.

Jumping out of my bed, I ran into the bathroom. I earned a death glare accompanied by an eyebrow raise from Laurie for pushing past her. Apparently, this is one of the reasons why not having your personal bathroom sucks.

"You okay, Lea?" She asked, knocking on the door I just locked. She sounded as if she was holding her breath. I can't blame her, anyway. The stench of my vomit must've reeked outside the loo.

"You haven't been sneaking out of the house at night, right?" My cousin, who seemed not to know the concept of space, asked.

"No!" I argued, shouting, but my morning voice ended up sounding like a mouse's squeak. Having a good excuse in mind, I tried to argue, but the unpleasant feeling inside the pit of my stomach was just so unbearable that I had to shut up.

Once again, to my annoyance, I threw up, all of last night's dinner ending up in the toilet bowl. When the displeasing feel finally stopped, I stood up, sighing in relief. I actually have work to attend to.

My shift in my dear cousin's cafe awaits. I sighed for the nth time. I need to work for a few hours everyday in order to get my allowance for the week. Since I had already used up half of my salary this week, an 'advance' I asked just to make it to London to meet Rae with Angel, working seemed like a drag. Finally recovering from my supposed hangover after taking a couple of aspirins and drowning them with my special secret coffee blend, I rushed to take a quick shower. Luckily, I arrived at the cafe downstairs just in time for my shift.

Much to my surprise, my best friend stood by the counter, waiting for me. I could tell that she hurried to come here as soon as she woke up. She is still in her pajamas, looking very tired indeed.

"I need your help." She walked over to me like a zombie, the circles under her eyes dark and obvious. I sighed, rolling my eyes at her. "I'm not really feeling well too, okay?"

I didn't really mean to be that rude towards her, but I had to snap at her to prevent myself from breaking down. She nodded, giving me a sympathetic look. Her eyes did all the talking. Typical Angel would talk my ear off while making my eardrums sore. This is a sign that something is really, really wrong.

"It's about the dream, is it?" I asked, actually concerned, my eyes unable to look right into hers. I couldn't really remember what happened in mine but I am pretty sure that whatever it was, it is far better than my dull typical life. I recall something about drinking with the One Direction lads and the girls, but apart from that, my memory of last night's dream is blank.

Pulling me into a booth, she started rambling about her dream. She was just lucky that Laurie is fond of her that she was able to delay my shift without affecting what's left with my meager salary.

Honestly, with the confusion I am going through myself, I couldn't possibly burden myself more because of her dilemmas. Call me a bad best friend, but I really don't have the slightest idea on how to deal with this shit.

"Earth to Lea!" After a while of one of Angel McAllister's monologues,she finally realized that I wasn't listening to her anymore. Or realized that I wasn't really listening to her the entire time.

Who can blame me? My mind was busy fluttering by, trying to bring back the memories I yearn to have back. I seem to have a strange case of amnesia.