Inhale

Chapter 18:

Joey tossed and turned before his eyes snapped open, he felt like someone smashed him over the head with hammer...really really hard. And also kind of like someone dropped a heavy heavy anvil on his chest. His small body hurt and god did his face.

He slowly got up and came to realise he had kicked his bottom half of clothing off near the door leaving him in his shirt.

He quickly changed to a motörhead one and looked into the mirror. His lipstick smudged and his eyeliner giving him racoon eyes, he sighed as his hair stuck up at weird angles. He looked a reck.

He pulled on some underwear as he tried to flatten it. He looked exhausted and kind of dead but in a kind of vampire way which he wasnt complaining to much about.

He smiled gently despite his feeling as he picked up the glass of stale water shakily taking a sip to cure his sore dry throat.

He put it down as he decided to get something to eat...or maybe some medicine. 

Joey walked out his room, the apartment was scarily silent. His head hurt and span, he was exhausted and hungover. Fuck. He wanted to go back to bed and hide from the light and repsonablites.

He couldnt remember much of last except from the fact he was sure corey swore at him and him leaving early and alone If he was correct.

Why didnt he stay longer? He felt so bad. It was sids birthday after all. He should have stayed oh god what an idiot he was. And he wondered why corey stayed longer? Joey felt like he looked like a huge asshole.

He felt sick and horrible like he was going to throw up and puke everywhere as he held his stomach.

He must have drank loads. What was wrong with him?

His cat brushed against his leg as he tried to shoo him off.

He kind of wanted to take a shower but he couldnt be half asked as his cat walked off away from him.

His chest ached slightly.

And God did his head ache.

And the house being so silent scared him.

It was never this quiet.

Oh God.

What had he actually done?

What had happened?

Joey was terrified of whatever he did drunk.

Drunk joey was an idiot an absolute idiot. Way to ballsy. He had tried to jump into micks swimming pool before drunk...mick didnt have a swimming pool was kind of the only problem which ment Joey sprained his ankle pretty badly landing on it.

God he was an actual idiot. He shook his head at himself as he sighed gently trying to blink and silence get used to the lighting.

What has he really done?

He hoped it wasnt too bad.

He knocked on Corey's door bedroom door and waited outside hoping Corey was up......nothing.

Okay that was weird...

He knocked again with the same result.

Shit!

Maybe corey was asleep? That would be fair enough Joey would respect that. He wished he was too. He rubbed his face and yawned before knocking again to no prevail.

He tapped his foot as he counted down to make sure he wasnt being annoying before knocking for the last time.

Nothing yet again.