Get a grip!

Somewhere on the other side of town, Calista woke up to rays of light peeking from the curtains in her room and splashing on her face. Groaning lightly, she pried her eyes open and was greeted with the most earth shattering headache to ever exist.

It didn't take long for the events of the previous day to come reeling back to her. Crying, they say, is therapeutic but not when the person had spent a good half of the day, bawling their eyes out. Calista felt like death and she was sure she looked like it.

Blinking rapidly to clear her vision, she propped herself up on the bed placing a pillow at her back and reached for her. phone.Her hand swept over the pack of aspirin—Cameron had left on the table—and she picked it up, managing a small smile at her brother's thoughtfulness.

Next to the tablet, was a glass of water and not too far from the glass, was her phone. Sighing deeply, Calista popped a pill into her mouth and drank some water. Her throat felt incredibly sore as she swallowed the