Hi, I'm really into the Chloe storyline at the moment and this is just something I couldn't get out of my head. I hope you like it.
Everything is spinning, like being on a fairground ride in her own head. Putting her hands down to her side to grab hold of anything that might offer stability is completely in vain and the nausea inducing turmoil continues.
Opening her eyes a little she finds she is in complete darkness, apart from a slight light coming from another room, the door open at an angle of about 25 degrees. Engaging her other senses she can hear a buzzing, similar in sound to an extractor fan. Even in her inebriated state she can deduce she must be in some sort of hotel room.
There wasn't much time for more thinking however as her instincts kicked in , feeling the distinctive pain in her abdomen and bile rising in her throat she knew she needed to get to the bathroom fast. Jumping up- however, she realised her body wasn't quite under her control as she fell to her knees just as fast as she had jumped up, scraping them against the cheap carpet.
Proceeding to crawl to the bathroom, she had to close her eyes to the harsh artificial light, feeling her way to the toilet instead- lifting the lid - she vomited repeatedly and painfully, the burning of alcohol mixed with that of bile in her throat causing her eyes to water and her to shudder in disgust.
After what felt like hours, the retching stopped and she was able to sit back and look around. Still feeling very much inebriated she concluded she must be incredibly drunk, and does indeed appear to be in a hotel bathroom, taking in the sight of the complimentary toiletries.
"What the?" she mumbles to herself, slowly getting to her feet and stumbling out of the bathroom- before pawing at the wall in darkness in search of a light switch. Eventually feeling one under her fingers she managed to switch it on, revealing a budget chain hotel room to her squinting eyes.
The sheets on the bed were ruffled from where she had been laid on them, mascara stains all over the pillow, as though from tears- confused, she saw what she recognised as her bag on the floor next to the bed, and she slowly went over to it- knelt down unsteadily and clumsily rummaged through it looking for any sign of where she was and why. Alarmed at having no recollection of what had preceded this moment she was relieved to spot her phone.
After numerous failed attempts to unlock it with her lack of hand-eye coordination she finally did to see 67 missed calls. 60 from her Mum and 7 from Evan.
Of course. Her Mum. The news. The pain. Feeling the bile rise again she staggered back to the now familiar toilet , her hand over her mouth. Dropping down to her sore knees she attempted to get her hair out of the way. There was nothing to bring up however, leaving her dry heaving so hard she wondered if she was going to tear something.
You stupid girl.What have you done?
Chloe looked around for the source of the voice, quickly realising she was very much alone.
"No no no no not again" she muttered ,
holding her head and starting to sob.
I told you. You should never trust her.I was right.It was all a lie.Your whole life.She doesn't even love you.
Feeling her breathing starting to become fast and sharp, she felt an overwhelming feeling of fear and dread deep inside her chest . Reaching out to grab onto anything that could offer any comfort ,she found nothing but thin air, her panic increasing even further. She felt more alone than ever. She was aware of the tickle of tears on her cheeks as she desperately fought for breath. Wrapping herself in her own arms as tight as she could and beggining to rock, she sought for but could not find any kind of comfort.
You're going to die.Nobody will care.
The voice continued, she shook her head trying to get it out of there, pulling at her own hair in terror. She felt dizzy and could see dark spots, like she was drifting out of conciousness. Her ears were ringing and her head pounding.
After a few minutes her breathing started to even out -though the fear was still very much there.
Exhausted and confused she wanted her Mum.
"Mummy" she whispered, sounding like a 5 year old.
She doesn't care.She's probably with your brother.
She stood up shakily , seeing herself in the mirror she realised she was deeply ashamed at what she saw- she was a mess. Her face was pale and blotchy , makeup tracks running down it, mixing in with her endless stream of tears. She could see what looked like a bruise developing under her chin.She looked as she felt, weak.
She kept wondering.What was she doing? What was happening? Was she mad?
Who would want you? The voice taunted , laughing.
Feeling pure hatred ,anger and frustration she hit out at her reflection.
The voice within her laughed manically.
The mirror shattered . Pain ,she could feel that. Looking down at her hand she saw blood. Never good with the sight of her own blood, and exhausted and inebriated she felt her knees give way and her body fall to the ground with a thud. Losing awareness and the ability to move, all she was aware of was pain- emotional and physical. She briefly thought about how this was all she was ever going to feel from now on, as her eyes began to flicker shut, she stopped fighting and let the darkness take her.
Reviews appreciated, thank you!