Her Name is Memory

18| post hangover

Chapter 18

We once had a moment
That now feels so broken
How have we came to be so lonely?

~Nathaniel's Lyric Journal

OPENING MY EYES FOR THE FIRST TIME immediately rewarded me with sun hitting my eyes. I groaned softly, turning over to hide my face from the sun. I squeezed my eyes tightly, ignoring the paining feeling. I lifted myself up the bed before my head started to throb. I groaned loudly, holding my head and immediately falling back to my bed. 

"There's a trash can next to you," a voice chimed, the chirpy voice making the side of my head throb. I pulled myself up to see David in front of me, gesturing to the trash can that was next to me. 

"Where am I?" I asked hoarsely, focusing on his pajamas and not on the fact that I wanted to throw up. 

"You're at my house." 

I craned my head slowly and realized that I wasn't at home. In fact, I was under a couch that felt uncomfortable against my aching back. My eyes fellow on a old red blanket that was on top of me, and eventually realized that I was still wearing the same clothes as the night before. 

"You have a nice home," I complimented. After a few short breaths, I hoisted myself upright, ignoring every bone that wanted to break. "Mierda." 

"I would take the Advil if I were you," David advised, gesturing to the table that only had a single Advil and a glass of water. I immediately took it, slowly reaching for it at a pace that didn't make my chest lurch. 

"What happened?" 

"You drank a shit ton." 

"No shit." I paused when I saw a smirk growing on David's face. "Why are you looking at me like that? Have you never seen someone get drunk?" 

"You're forgetting I'm the king of dealing with drunks. How much do you remember?" He queried, his tone hinting curiosity. 

"Nothing. Did I do something bad?" I asked, squeezing my eyes tightly to recall anything that happened last night. I remembered agreeing to hang out with David and going out to a party, and then I didn't remember anything else. Like it was a blotch on my permanent memory with no chance of uncovering.  

David took a seat next to me, planting his hands over his knees. 

"Which part do you remember?" he asked carefully. 

I blinked. 

"Part?" I echoed. 

David sighed. "So none of them. So the first part is us going to the house party I mentioned before and you were drinking. You drank a lot," David repeated. 

My temple throbbed at the memory of the loud noises, people screaming, and the alcohol that I ingested during the night. 

"That I do remember," I groaned. 

"Do you remember doing karaoke?" 

My body froze. 

"The what?" I asked incredulously. 

"I had a feeling you wouldn't remember. I have a video," David explained, pulling out his phone and opening it to a video. 

I watched with horror at me. Well, it looked like me but it didn't seem like me. I was holding onto a microphone, singing Somebody to Love by Queen into the microphone, hitting the high notes and attempting to imitate Freddie Mercury but worse. People were cheering like they were happy to see it, but all I felt was a pit in my stomach.