I woke up slowly, with the mother of all headaches. All I felt was pain, dull and thumping around my skull like a wrecking ball.
Everything inside my head was loud bells and hammers, everything outside my head was all muffles and fuzzyness.
I was never going to drink again.
I didn’t even remember going out last night, which was bad. I’d never drunk so much that I couldn’t remember the previous night.
The worst I had ever been during a night out was a little dizzy and giggly then I would stop drinking, to afraid I’d make a complete idiot of myself, like everyone else my age seemed to do.
Moving my head a little to the side I groaned
I tried to think but my mind was foggy and slow, trying to remember anything felt like I was wading through molasses.
It was too hard everything was so befuddled, cloudy.
It was no use,
as much as I wanted to roll over and sleep off this hangover I knew I would have to get up and face the day in order to figure out whether or not I was meant to be doing something important.
This wasn’t going to be pretty.
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