*Peeks out from behind a really big shield*
So…Before you throw sharp and heavy objects at me…
I'm sooo sorry for not updating since forever, please don't kill me…You can have virtual cake, everybody likes cake…Yes?
How about I just let you read already?
But before you do I just want to let you all know that I have replaced chapter 20 with this, I personally didn't really like the previous chapter 20 and I think this one is better...Sorry if you preferred the other one. But I had a new idea and the other one didn't fit.
Shadow's Point of View
The silence is the room is broken as my alarm clock rings out; loudly. I fling my hand out of the sheets, fumbling a bit on the desk before finally slamming my fist down on the stop button. But it's too late, the ringing continues in my ears, each 'bringgg' louder than before. I groan before pulling the sheets up over my head even more. This doesn't stop the ringing, much to my annoyance. My head is banging and now I have a loud and apparently never ending ringing to put up with as well…Great. Could it get any worse?
…
Why? Why did I have to ask that? Because now it has got worse, now the sun is shining through the window, making everything all bright and warm… Making me feel ten times worse than I did before, because now I have to put up with a banging headache, constant ringing and now a new addition to the list; bright and blinding lights.
Frustrated, I realise that hiding behind the covers isn't going to make me feel any better. So with that thought in mind, I throw off my blanket. Correction: her blanket. How did I end up here, in her room? Rubbing my temple I proceed to get up and out of bed, however I don't make it too far before falling back onto the bed clutching at my foot. Shocked, I take a quick look at the heel and find the cause of my pain…A sharp piece of glass sticking out of the bottom of my foot? While thinking, 'what a nice wakeup call this was for me' I poke and prod until the glass falls out of my foot before looking down on the ground to see where the glass shard has come from. A broken bottle lies on the floor, swimming in a pool of clear liquid…
Memories of the night before flash before my eyes, I see scenes of booze. Quite a few scenes involve alcohol actually… Alcohol and depressing music, alcohol and a photo of her, alcohol and then some more alcohol and then…Falling asleep in her room, with her scent fresh on the pillow and a bottle of pure vodka in my hand. The bottle must have slipped from my grasp as I fell into a restless slumber, now it lies on the floor broken in many places. Like my heart, broken in many places…
Why did I tell her? I knew it wasn't the right thing to do and she won't even speak to me now, which proves I was right; it was wrong of me to tell her. But…I don't know.
All I know right this second is that I have to speak to her. I have to make her listen! Which she won't do in my current state…
With a loud a lengthy sigh I get up and make my way to the bathroom, checking the floor as I do for any more broken bottles. I know I have arrived at my destination when a sickening stench of the remains of last night's vomit fills my nose, but nonetheless I enter the bathroom and cross the room until I reach the sink and mirror. Even I'm shocked by the bags under my eyes and the far of glaze I have in my eyes. So I turn on the cold water tap and hold my hands underneath it, allowing them to fill up with the cold liquid before splashing it onto my face, allowing the temperature to wake me up. Glancing into the mirror again, I can safely say I don't look as bad as I feel.
All I can say is; worst hangover ever! Alcohol and a damaged heart don't mix well! But maybe a walk will clear my mind and the fresh air should help with my hangover…and if the air doesn't help, I can stop off at a coffee place and the caffeine should definitely help, fingers crossed.
With that in mind, I can't exactly leave the house in yesterday's clothes and smelling like yesterday mixed with the stale stench of booze. So I quickly take a shower, a cold one I might add (guess I forgot to pay the bill), brush my teeth and then throw on some clothes that aren't crinkled or dirty. Then I take one look at the state of my accommodation…I tell myself it can wait as I lock the door and take in the fresh air around me, while trying to hide myself from the sun's light, after all I'm not recovered yet…