Fifteen

The stench of alcohol from my clothes made me scrunch my nose. I kind of had a lot to drink last night, even much more than I had expected. Well, getting drunk brushed off the killing emotions in my head. Partially. 

Opening the door of my room, I stepped in. I glanced at my bed, and for some reason, I shook my head. She was still here. I knew she was going to be here forever, but I just wanted her to leave already. There was nothing good that could come out of this marriage. She was just here for the sake of nothing. 

She yawned out loud, rolling on the bed like a ball on a field. Swiftly, like a maniac, she gasped, and sat straight. Again, I shook my head, and just walked toward the wardrobe. I grabbed a few shirts, searching for a good cloth to wear for the day.