thirty four

Katherine Thornes

A banging ache assaulted my brain and jolted me out of sleep.

My eyes sprang open the moment the pain hit me with a ravaging force. I let out a low painful groan, it was all I could muster despite the excruciating pain and that's because I was so tired and drained to go any louder.

I gently got up, trying not to increase the headache with any careless movements, and sat atop the bed.

The curtains were open, as well as the windows, giving way for the rays of sunlight to slightly sting my skin.

My headache was killing me. And my mouth tasted like shit, I couldn't even swallow my own saliva. I needed an aspirin and a good brush right now.

I carefully got out of bed, only then that it dawned on me, it was at that moment I realized this wasn't my bed, those weren't my curtains and windows, this wasn't my room, and hell, these weren't my clothes either.

I paused, freezing just at the edge of the bed.

Hold up. Hold up. Hold up. What the fuck happened