Drugged Angel

Chapter 2

My head felt like it was about to burst. I didn't remember much from last night, just fleeting images.

I was sat on my couch; my clothes wrinkled and reeking of alcohol. The sun sneaking past the curtains and straight into my eyes which only helped insure an almost unbearable migraine.

After a handful of miserable minutes I finally worked up the strength to make my way to the bathroom. Splashing my face with cold water and then proceeding to take a warm shower that probably took over an hour; the water soothing my headache slightly.

After getting out and drying off, I pulled on some grey sweatpants and a grey hoodie. Pulling the hood up to protect my eyes from the sunlight as I made a cup of coffee, sighing softly and close my eyes, enjoying the bitter taste.

My thoughts wandered as I slowly felt some relief from my pounding headache, images of an attractive male from the previous night drifting in and out of my train of thought. I licked my parched lips and set down the mug, reaching for a glass to fill with water. The cool liquid helping ease my scrambled memories as I tried to remember as much of the boy as I could.

The distinct dark hair that was dyed half green, making his dark blue eyes all the more prominent. The myriad of piercings scattered across his skin that drew me in. Something about the boy intrigued me far more than it should.

I was pulled out of my thoughts abruptly when the toaster beeped irritably, reminding me of the bread I placed in there only a few minutes before. Retrieving a plate and transferring the hot slices onto it burned the tips of my fingers slightly but I ignored it as I slowly ate the food now in front of me as my mind continued to search for memories of the night before.

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Hours had passed and I had given up on trying to sort my memories, not having any luck. The only prominent image being the boys deep blue eyes, such a shade that it made the entire ocean seem dull.

I shook my head, groaning softly and gazed out the window, rolling my bottom lip between my teeth as I thought.

I couldn't understand why I was so hooked on a stranger. Unable to pull my thoughts away from him, constantly distracted.

After another few hours I managed to pull out one of my notebooks, maybe I could transform this feeling into something visual. I sketched out a few dress designs, I hadn't created anything in awhile and it showed in my stiff lines that dashed across the page. Letting out a sigh I moved to my balcony, lighting a cigarette to calm my jittery nerves. I took a breath of the smoke, closing my eyes as I felt the nicotine relax my body and mind.

Taking in the view of the city I felt a sudden wave of homesickness, my mind wandered to my life back in France. I wondered how Jules was, I should call him sometime.

I lit a second cigarette, having finished the first one. The smoke swirled in the air in front of me, I watched as it made intricate designs. Tendrils reaching and curling to form shapes and images. A sudden breeze came and blew it away, shame, I was enjoying watching it.

Grinding the end of the cigarette in an ashtray, I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my contacts until I reached Alyssa. The only numbers I ever contacted were Alyssa's or Jules', the rest of the contacts were people I should probably converse with but I couldn't find the need.

I called her number, listening to quiet rings as I watched birds fly by.

"Hello?"

I smiled softly at the feminine voice.

"Hey."

An elongated pause. The nicotine was wearing off, allowing my anxious thoughts to come back full force.

"Is everything alright? You never call me of your own will."

I bit the inside of my cheek, a nervous habit, as I tapped my fingers on the railing.

"I um, lost my schedule and wanted to make sure nothing important is coming up."

The lie flowed smoothly but made my heart rate speed up, the silence making me bite my cheek harder. A sudden taste of metal filled my mouth and I cursed softly.

"N-never mind it doesn't matter."

I hang up and put the phone down, quickly retreating back inside as I soothed the tender flesh of my cheek with a few timid licks.

I could hear the phone ringing still on the balcony but I ignored it. Returning back to my notebook to maybe find more inspiration, maybe I would even pull out some fabric to mess around with. But right now I closed my eyes and let my thoughts wander back to the mysterious boy.