Minho POV
Angrily, I throw the empty bottle of tequila down. I shout at myself. The shattered glass litters the floor.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I scream at the mirror.
I jump around, slamming my feet down forcefully so pain shoots up through the soles of my feet, up my ankles and through my legs. Voices in my head curse me and yell so loud my forehead pounds. I pull on my hair spinning around before falling back onto my bed.
"Oh, my god, Minho." My door opens to my housemate, Chan. "Should I call an exorcist?"
I look over at him before grabbing a bottle of beer. "Leave me the fuck alone." I grumble.
"You're drunk. Come here." He comes towards me.
I shake my head and end up downing the whole beer then and there. I feel myself get even dizzier. My stomach does twists itself in knots.
Heat rises in my throat as I lurch forward and heave, vomiting on myself and on the floor. I cough and get off my bed, tripping over my feet and landing hard on my arm.
"You're a mess. Go get in the bathtub." He points to the bathroom.
I get up again, holding onto anything I can reach. He leads me to the bathroom and makes me take a bath. My tongue tastes bitter and gross, making me gag again.
The tub fills up to my waist while I play with the water. I splash it, hitting myself in the face. I wash myself and then get out, wobbling and dripping wet. I go to my bedroom, where Chan was cleaning up glass. He dresses me in a shirt and some sweatpants.
He makes me lay down to sleep. I hug my pillow and whine into it loudly. I pout sadly. He ruffles my hair and leaves my room.
I feel my head falling into myself, my muscles tightening uncontrollably. I panic and try to relax. I can't move. My eyes roll back and I do my best to call for Chan, but my arm spazzes and jerks methodically.
Air. I need air. Breathe, please.
My body lets me gasp. My body convulses like I'm being electrocuted. I spit up on my pillow and I shake intensely.
Stop shaking. It hurts, please. I want to sleep. My bones hurt. My muscles ache. Help me..
I force out small groans with the rhythm. I couldn't see since my eyes were rolled back.
After I relax, I think about what had happened. It hurts. I feel weak. I just want to sleep. I wasn't in control.
My eyes close and I manage to turn onto my other side. I take a deep breath and sigh.
Sleep takes over just as easily as the shaking.
-3:47 AM-
I feel my body jolts and scare myself awake. I grab the sides of my bed before sitting up. I look around my room, head hurting.
I need to go outside. It's too warm in the house. I need air. It's suffocating.
I hold my arm, which still hurt from falling. I throw on my shoes and go to the living room where Chan was with a girl on his lap. I ignore them and leave the house and take my key. I sit on the front porch, seeing cars still driving around.
It's cooler out, which helps calm me. I take a deep breath in and close my eyes. I close my eyes and relax on the bench swing on the porch.
If feels great. I stretch and end up falling back asleep outside on the porch swing.
