LAUREN'S POV
When I woke up in that bedroom this morning, my head felt like it had been filled with smoke. Everything was blurry, and I could hardly remember what had happened last night. My mind kept replaying fragments like broken pieces of a film reel. The last thing I remembered clearly was telling that jerk that I wasn’t going to drink alcohol. I had been firm about it, so certain that I wouldn’t let myself fall into the trap. My head pounding like a drum, knowing that somewhere along the line, I’d lost control.
Immediately the fog in my brain started to thin. The memories began to return, slow and sharp like needles piercing through my skull.
I remembered drinking, far more than I could handle. I remembered the heavy weight in my chest when I realized my body couldn’t take any mo
