A Day in The Life

Two

Alex was drunk.

Oh, how she hated that word- drunk. It made having a bit too much alcohol in the bar seem like some kind of disease, something that needed to be cleaned up like a chemical spill in a lab.

She was also extremely reluctant to even admit that she was drunk, but unless there was another word for extremely nauseous and puking your guts out on the ground of an alleyway , there was no other explanation. Alex felt her hands tighten around her waist, not minding the intense pain currently crushing her rib cage. By tomorrow, the pain would probably be gone, anyway, and Alex would wake up completely alright.

She would wake up as someone else.

Alex's train of thought was interrupted as she felt her stomach swirl again, and she doubled over to puke. From her mouth erupted the barf sound that was heard so often in the movies, except unlike those, this noise was 0 percent fake and 100% reality. Tears brimmed at the edges of her eyes as she tried to keep herself from crying, the barely held back tears blurring her vision. From ahead, there was the faint sound of footsteps, but Alex's too-tortured mind barely registered the noise as she turned and banged her knee on a large dumpster.

Mind swirling, she hauled herself up and over the dumpster's edge. Not even bothering to open her eyes and see what potentially disgusting contents lay inside, Alex clamped a hand over her mouth and immediately regretted it. So, she pulled her hand away and began vomiting into the Dumpster instead, when suddenly, someone tapped her on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, but.. are you alright?"

The voice that asked the question tore through the pain currently racking Alex's skull and rib cage. Looking up through tear-filled eyes, Alex could barely register the shape that was in front of her. Was it a male, or female? What color eyes did they have? What color hair? What were they wearing?

Alex swallowed back the acid that threatened to erupt back up her throat the hard way, and thought about what to do next. Unfortunately, the logic part of her brain that reminded her she couldn't tell anyone her secret was more or less out of commission thanks to all the alcohol currently coursing through her system. And so, like a complete idiot, she told the truth.

She spilled her guts- thankfully, figuratively this time instead of literally- to this person, who she didn't even know. Letting the tears roll down her face freely now cleared her eyesight up a bit, but her surroundings were still spinning. "Ehe~ I'm fine, how are you? Gimme a hug!"

Alex lunged towards the figure, but in her drunken state, missed completely and nearly smacked into the brick wall, while the figure stepped aside almost nimbly. Granted, given how off-balance her "attacker", known as "The Drunk Alex," currently was, avoiding her wasn't hard.

"Maybe I should call the cops, and get you to the hospital.."

OK, definitely a female. The voice was too high-pitched and light to be the voice of a male, for sure.. But, wait. Call the cops?

No, no, no no no.

That absolutely couldn't happen! The cops couldn't be called..

Because, even in her current state that left her almost unable to think clearly, Alex knew how much of an alarm bell that rang in her mind and how much of a problem it would pose. Letting out another incomprehensible noise, Alex shook her head slowly and wobbled back and forth as the figure's eyes followed her.

"Can't let you do that, sweetheart, sorry~!" Alex giggled, then felt the familiar sensation begin to build up in her throat again. Recognizing the signs of what was about to happen, Alex's head spun as she took a step forward in an attempt to escape- only to hit her head on the brick wall a mere six inches away, hard. Alex went stumbling backwards, her forehead now throbbing like mad as she fell backwards and tripped, landing on the alleyway's floor on her back. With the stifling cold of the ground beneath her body, Alex rolled onto her side until she found the ankle of the mysterious female nearby and gripped it with all of her rapidly fading strength.