I arrived home sore and on the verge of passing out. It felt like a ballon is under my cranium, slowly being inflated, pressure mounting. I splash cold water on my face just to feel something refreshing and instantly wish I could wash my brain free of the toxins too. The mirror shows my eyes, no longer the party animal of last night, my clothes slightly torn and the smell of alcohol and Alex's vanilla scent lingering on me.
It made me nauseous.
I grabbed my phone out my pocket seeing it was pinged with message after message, most of them from Devin and Devon asking about my whereabouts. I'm far to hungover to respond, and Instead, shove the phone back in my pocket. I'll talk to them when I recover. My brain felt like it was swelling beyond the capacity of my skull and now my dehydration was to obvious to ignore.