Come Find Me (editing before I complete)

Chapter 26

I've listened to the song on the side like 500x today...

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    Chapter 26    

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I was screwed.

My hangover would be the death of me.

I had only gotten drunk a handful of times and this was by far the worst of them yet. I wasn’t so drunk that I didn’t remember what had happened last night, I remembered. I wish I didn’t though…

I was humiliated, a princess should have never acted like I had, it was irrational and stupid and I finally understood why my dad hated my behavior.

I acted without thinking, I didn’t care about the consequences because I didn’t want to be a princess. I wanted a normal life that a normal young adult had. In my eyes a normal young adult partied and lived without responsibilities. I wasn’t normal I was royalty and heir to the bloody throne!

I rolled over and got up off the floor, poking Sarah to wake up as well.

When we had snuck back into the castle, we had been so drunk that we’d just passed out on my bathroom floor, we were supposed to shower and get rid of the alcohol smell. Bad idea.

“What the hell did we do?” Sarah moaned getting up and cracking her neck.

“We listened to your stupid idea and got drunk!”

“Kill me,” She groaned as she gripped her head by the sides.

“Kill me!” I groaned as I remembered the ride home, “I took my wig off last night in the taxi!”

Sarah’s eyes shot open, “I don’t remember that! Did the cab driver realize?” She asked.

“I don’t know! I don’t remember…”

“Ok, stay here, I’m going to run to the news agency and buy every newspaper and magazine and check every online gossip site for anything. Don’t panic!” She re assured as she fixed her closes and ran out to the secret room. I followed her into my room and bit my nails nervously as she went into the watch tower.

What had I done!

I was ruined if this got out!

If people found out about my secret life as Elle, then my dad would as well. I had gotten a heap of people saying I looked like the princess but that was nothing! If this got confirmed a whole heap of other photo’s would be discovered by the press. I was sure of it!

I would be a disappointment once again to my father, to the girls who looked up to me even when I stuffed up. This was honestly a life ending situation. If ‘Elle’ was found out to be me, my life was over.

Elle was my escape from reality, she was carefree, she was fun, she was easy going and optimistic. Elise on the other hand sucked, she had to live up to people’s expectations, she was a bitch to some because she hated herself, and she was defensive because of how she was brought up, she’d fake being nice, she’d fake being elegant, she’d fake because gracious and kindhearted.

Both Elise and Elle were fake, they were opposites of each other, they were both a part of me, but not really who I was. And now my good side was being taken away from me, Elle’s persona was hanging by a loose, thin thread. I didn’t want Elle to go away, I liked Elle.

I was being pessimistic, I was being the moody Elise that only a few liked if that.

I had to snap out of it. When Sarah came back with the news I would decide if I’d be happy Elle or down Elise.