Chapter 8 (Lana) – The morning after…

I always hear the stories, I was always the listener and never the teller. Because I always make sure that I would reach the point where I can’t stand on my own. I never got drunk because I never ever want to find myself doing something that I would regret. I was faithful to that promise to myself, well, at least I was, until last night.

And now my worst fear came true, because today I found myself in a bed, covered with white sheets in a room that isn’t mine with my pants and jacket off plus a throbbing headache.

The first thing I did was to check if there was someone else in the room but there was no one. I racked my brain as I try to remember what exactly happened last night. I am not sure if it was because I got a hangover or was it because I haven’t eaten anything nothing comes to mind to make me remember what occurred last night.

I hear a blaring sound making my head hurt more. It took me a few seconds before I realize that the sound that I am hating to hear was coming from my