WILLIAMS’ POV
My head banged as I stood off the bed bug-infested bed, placing my hand on my head to gently massage the feel of the slightly sticky stuff on my head caught my attention. As I pulled my hand away from my face it was covered with red paint, I thought.
I could barely remember what had happened the night before, I vividly remembered the redhead girl but I never thought she was one to have pain poured on the face.
My vision was fuzzy as I stood up from the bed and tried walking to the bathroom but using the wall as a support not to collapse to the ground.
The slightly cracked mirror that stood before me as I stood up showed a reflection of me as I looked at myself from my toes to my head which was pulling every ounce of energy I had left in me.
My pants were torn and had drops of the same red paint over them. They were slightly torn now and my head continued to distract me from the fact that I was trying to remember what had happened the night before.
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