Chapter 5

I woke up to find myself in my bed. But, how did I get here? I was drinking at the bar. Was that all a dream? But my head is hurting like hell. I check my hand, it's scratched. So, it was real. But how did I get here? Maybe I am not a bad drinker and I managed to come back home by myself. Mark must have lied to me; he had always lied to me.

I suddenly remembered that he saved me, that stupid guy. I really don't wanna see his face ever again. I got up from my bed angrily and shook my head to clear my mind. I shouldn't think about him, anyway I won't meet him again. And now I should get ready I have a job. But before that, I have something to do.

I took out all the pics of Mark tore them and burned them. I also deleted all his pics from my phone. I don't want him or his photos or his memories in my life. I sighed and closed my eyes for some time.

Then I went to take a quick shower and got dressed. I'm not hungry so I