D for Depression [Mature]

Chapter 18: In love?

Pain.

That's what I feel the moment I open my eyes.

My whole body feels weak. My head hurts, my throat is so dry, I can't even swallow.

I am a sweaty mess.

Slowly, I put my hand against my forehead testing the temperature.

As I imagined. I have fever.

My hair is still slightly dump from yesterday.

But I guess that's what you get when you spent your night under the rain.

Well, I can't complain.

It was worth it.

I touch my lips, remembering the kiss we shared.

It was the hottest thing I have experienced till now.

Letting my tongue run over them, I try to recall his taste. I think it's going to linger there for a long time.

A phone vibrates bringing me out of my thoughts.

I try to sit up, my head spinning. Fuck.

The sound stops, only to start again seconds later.

''Alright, alright...''

I look around, trying to locate the source. My eyes, landing on the leather jacket across the floor.

Standing up, I walk there taking the fabric, before I open one of the pockets.

The phone stops ringing, while I stand there confused.

Wait. That's not my phone.

My eyes winded when I finally recall the events at the party.

Isaac.

I don't have the time to process it. The door opens revealing a disappointed Florence.

''Well, well...look who decided to wake up.''

I roll my eyes, annoyed.

''Good morning to you too mom.''

''Good afternoon you mean. It's 13:00 p.m.''

Is it? Shit I never sleep that much.

''What time did you come home last night? And why was your dress wet?''

''My dress?''

''Yeah, I put it in the laundry.''

''Um...It was raining when I got home.''

''Weren't your friends supposed to bring you back with a car?''

''Well... the car broke down and we came on foot.''

She looks at me suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.

''I don't appreciate lies Daphne.''

''I'm not lying mom...'' I reply tired.

''Drop the attitude.'' She says raising her voice, but I'm too weak to deal with her now.

''Can you please go? I want to take a shower.''

''No Daphne. This is MY house. You don't get to tell me what to do.''

Seriously?

''And you didn't even dry your hair. You can get sick. How irresponsible...''

She keeps mumbling, scolding me but I don't listen to her anymore.

My head spins, the room moving around me and the last thing I hear, before I fell into darkens, is my name screaming from her lips.