Spring Break
I woke up with the hangover from hell. I practically sprinted to the bathroom and puked up everything in my stomach.
Then I did that again.
And again.
I leaned my chest against the white porcelain and felt a pain in my chest. Wait, not in my chest, on my chest. I crinkled my eyes and ran a hand through my hair, finger catching on a tangle in the red streak, trying to remember last night. It was the first night of spring break, and the gang and I went downtown.
I remember going to a club, drinking, dancing, and then… nothing.
Just, blank.
I realized that I probably smelled like shit, so I quickly brushed my teeth and ran back to my room to grab my towel. I hit my side on the doorframe and felt the pain again.
It was stinging.
I closed my door, and stood in front of my mirror, pulling off my shirt. I kept my eyes closed, and prayed that the tattoo wasn't too bad.
Gripping the frame, I snapped both of my eyes open, wanting to face the problem with honesty, like ripping off a band-aid.
And promptly felt like hurling again.
All I could do was stare in shock at my reflection in shock. I just stood there, close to fainting, with my mouth gaping like a fish.
It wasn't a tattoo.
No. I was just in shock because… because…
There was a small, simple ring of silver pierced through each of my nipples.
What.
The.
Fuck.
Happened.