The next morning was a flurry of vomiting, headaches, and regret for Dan. He woke up and was greeted by painfully blinding light, which considering it was early morning, was rather dim, but it was like staring into the sun for Dan. He stumbled out of his tiny bedroom into the living room and was met by tired blue eyes and a worried frown.
"Dan, are you okay?" Phil rushed over to him, attempting to lead him towards the couch.
"Gonna be sick." Dan mumbled before hurrying off to the bathroom.
Phil was tempted to follow him into the bathroom to make sure he was okay, but decided that maybe that wouldn't be the best thing. The teen instead opted to make his friend ginger tea to help his stomach.
Dan sat in the bathroom, his head plunged in the toilet bowl, getting rid of anything he might've eaten last night. He cursed himself for being so careless last night. He never thought he'd be the guy that gets shitfaced at a high school party, but here he is, paying the price of drinking the pain away. That's all he was trying to do. Let that amber guilt be his holy water for one night of forgetting. Forgetting how awful he is. Forgetting the friends he never had growing up, the father he never had, the mother that worked too hard, the childhood he was never allowed. Forget it all for a single night, sell your soul to vodka and emptiness. Vomit up all your pain the next day so it's all in the open. Wash, rinse, repeat til the nights and mornings blur and your liver begs for mercy. Dan saw the path he was going down and he longed for it, because compared to the pain in his heart, the pain in his head was nothing.
Short chapter I know. I've been busy, I promise the next one will be longer- Christopher