Cleo woke up with what had to be the worst hangover of her life. Head pounding, stomach rolling and that horrible dry taste of old gym socks in her mouth. Despite the room spinning around her she attempted to stand and failing at that crawled from the couch to the bathroom. The room tilted and twisted as she made her slow way across the floor fingers digging into the carpet. Making it to the toilet was a near thing. Her stomach heaved and she vomited a thin dribble of bile tinged with red. Not the torrent of liquid and solids she’d been expecting that normal followed a night of drinking. A second round of heaving and nothing came out. Groaning she pushed herself up enough that she could rinse her mouth out at the sink. Sliding back down she curled up on the floor resting her head on the cool tiles. Strands of hair wet with splash back clung to her face. She couldn’t find the energy to care or push it away from her face. …show more content…
Her head pounded harder as she tried to remember. She'd ran a couple jobs, went to the bar for work. The night had finished late. After that it was blank. Curling up into a shivering ball she slipped back into sleep. The sound of the door opening and slamming closed pulled her awake for the second time. She was still in the bathroom but at least her head didn't hurt quite as much and the room wasn't spinning. "Cleo you home?" Jenny her room mate. Only one person had a voice that chipper. Heavy footsteps towards the open bathroom door made her head want to split in two. "Rough night?" Jenny didn’t wait for an answer. ”Poor baby. At least your boy brought you home." Cleo managed to look up at her.”Boy?” She
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“Mama and Mrs. Freeman will surely notice I’m gone. Well, I bet I’ll be home by lunchtime tomorrow,” she whispered to herself, truly believing the words spilling out of her mouth. Closing her eyes, she tried to drift into sleep, but her doubtful thoughts occupied her attention.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she began applying liquid stitches ointment Dr. Browdeski had given her to fully mend her wounds. When she’d finished, she grabbed a cold bottled water from the mini fridge in their bedroom and popped a couple of the Oxycontin painkillers the doctor had prescribed for her. After washing them down she started feeling the numbing effects of the narcotic. Going downstairs to the bar, she fixed a stiff glass of vodka, hoping that it would put her exactly where she needed to be, in the bed and out of her misery, even if only for the
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she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
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After a few minutes, she slowly opens her eyes. Seeing the coast was clear, she tries moving again.
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Jackie's small features curled up in horror as I unceremoniously plopped down on the hotel room floor. "Ew! That's so disgusting, Sarah!" she exclaimed, stomping her slipper-clad foot soundly on the floor. "I can't believe that you're sitting on the carpet! You know how germ-a-phobic I am!" Rolling around some more, I laughed as her hands clasped around a jumbo-sized container of Lysol. Even on the band trip to Colorado, she was still as cautious of "infection" as ever. Shaking her head at me, she smiled somberly as she shook the can, preparing to thoroughly disinfect our room.