Duplicity [h.s]

19

I shot out of bed in a gasp, my heart racing and my whole body breaking into a sweat. For a split second I didn't know where I was but by the giant window and the expensive silk sheets I quickly understood it was my new hotel room.

The panic didn't stop there though, I turned my head all around the room because I was so confused on how I got here. The last thing I remember was the concert, and now I was laying in my bed alone.

I looked down at my body and saw I was still in my concert clothes minus the jean jacket. The jacket was folded nicely on a far chair, my green sneakers placed by the front door. I realized I couldn't see very clearly, meaning my contacts were out. When did I take those out?

I shut my eyes and throw my head in my hands. Immediately when I did so I felt the sharp pain near my temple, making me suck in a sharp breath through my teeth.

Ouch.

I pull myself out of bed, feeling a hard head rush while I did so that didn't help my already spinning mind. I walked quickly into the large bathroom, looking into the mirror and immediately seeing why I was in tender pain.

My left temple had a small white bandage, underneath being a red gash. I place my hands on the counter and leaned closer to the mirror to examine it more. I carefully placed my finger over the bandage and flinch, it really hurt. From the edges of the bandage you could see black string, meaning I got stitches beneath there.

"No." I whined at the thought of sutures in my temple, when I furrowed my brows it pulled the skin and hurt it more.

How did I remain passed out during all of this? Long enough for a doctor to give me stitches. Did I get rushed to a hospital? If so they probably would've kept me there until I woke up which I didn't until now. If I didn't go to a hospital then who did this?

I walked back into the bedroom and saw my phone sitting plugged in on my night stand. I furrowed my brows at the fact it was plugged in, but I couldn't obsess about that long considering I had thirty text messages.

I unplugged my phone and squinted bringing it to me. I opened the engage text thread from Marissa, seeing how they were all messages of concern.

M: What happened? I just saw the video.

M: Please text me back when you get this.

M: I'm getting worried.

M: Aven!!

M: Oh my god your freaking me out, the video is everywhere and if you haven't woken up yet then I'm really concerned.

The rest of the texts were all of the same worries, seeming that she somehow knew about my fall. I believed I passed out because the last thing I remember was hyperventilating while watching the band. She said there is a video she saw.

Is she saying there's a video...online?

My stomach twisted at the thought, my thumbs immediately clicking on social in search for a video. I typed in Duplicity, hoping that would lead me to where I need but also hoping there wasn't a video at all and Marissa was just somehow talking about something else.

But it didn't take me long until I saw a headlining video Duplicity's Photographer Faints at Philadelphia Concert Arena During Performance!

I bit the inside of my cheek, leaning my back against the headboard of the bed. I tuck my knees to my chest and click the video to play.