Chapter 9 - Are dreams real?

Nevaeh

Shooting up from my bed, I glance groggily at my vibrating cell phone and close my eyes in hopes that the pounding in my head will subside. I lick my dry lips and grimace because my mouth tastes like garbage.

After Mikhail left last night, I became a little depressed and cried over a carton of ice cream. Not getting any positive results, I decided to go into my parents' drinking cabinet and drank nearly half a vodka bottle.

I’m really regretting it now. “Ughhh,” I groan out, trying to get up from the bed as my phone continues to vibrate. Reaching forward, I pick it up from the side table and clumsily place it against my ear. It’s Jez. “Yeah, Jez. What’s up?” I rasp out hoarsely.

“Hey, Nev. Where the hell are you? Did you oversleep again?”

I grunt in reply.

Jez sighs in exasperation before she continues. “Geez, Nev, did you forget about practice? I told the girls, you’re