Amely Pope lost her boyfriend to suicide and now she's desperate, so when a strange lady with a pill offers her the chance to restart their relationship she doesn't flinch before accepting.
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When I wake up my head is pounding; like a heartbeat right in the front of my forehead. With every beat, it sends pain pulsing throughout me and I turn in my bed searching for comfort. I won't pretend like I don't know where it's coming from like usual either.
Two hours of sleep leaves an empty feeling deep within my stomach. Not like I'm starving exactly, but like I'm empty throughout. It takes everything in me to pull my legs toward the edge of my bed and to stand on the cold hardwood floors of my bedroom. My body aches, the voice in my head telling me missing one day of school wouldn't be such a big deal... But I know if I start off Monday sleeping away my worries this week won't go well— and that's enough to get me to turn on my shower.
I've learned from trial and error after sleeping so poorly; coffee and only that for breakfast will send me barreling towards the bathroom to vomit in only a short matter of time. To begin with, I've never really been a morning person—so, therefore, I've never been a breakfast person either. I turn on the blender and compromise with a smoothie I'll probably end up wasting. While waiting, I let my mind run.
I remember last weekend, at Brian Jacobson's house — one of the rare occasions I can drag myself out of bed — I and a bunch of other drunk high schoolers got dragged into a game of truth or dare. I remember zoning out in the middle of it, only when I regained consciousness to realize I was staring directly into Nathan's eyes. Nathan was one of the high school boys I had let toy around with me. I didn't love him; in fact, I kinda hated him, all the less I let him take advantage of me when I was drunk every time.
"So," He starts and I know he's asking me the question by the way he's staring. "Truth or Dare?"
"Truth," I say. I wasn't drunk or stupid enough to follow through with a dare Nathan had come up with, let alone hear it.
"Would you ever date me?"
I remember acting like I was thinking about the answer, but really I was just thinking of a way to execute it lightly to him.
"No offense," I start. His smirk tells me he thinks I'm joking to be funny, but I'm not. "You don't interest me — in that sense I mean ya' know?"
A couple of people from my school who I've never talked to before laugh. Either because they're too drunk or just don't know humor, or maybe because it's so goddamn awkward.
"None taken," he says before taking another sip from his cup. The awkwardness surrounds us like a thick fog, so much so, people pretend it didn't even happen — especially Nathan, who refuses eye contact with me the rest of the night. He didn't even try that hard to play his disappointment off.
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This morning I have the honor of roaming the halls with my best friend. I don't remember how I even made it here in the first place.
