Destiny
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The aching in my head flows like a cold tide as flashes of memories from last night begin to playback. I don't remember much, but I do recall being so ready to drown my pain in alcohol.
It worked for a while, but now that I'm facing the aftermath, I'm not so sure if this pain was worth my temporary escape. My throat felt like sandpaper. It hurt to move.
What was I thinking?
Ugh.
Please tell me that was all just a dream.
It feels like I've been run over by a bus.
A hundred million times.
"Mom! Close the curtains, turn down the sun, do something, just make it stop!" I yell, in frustration.
I pull the fluffy, white hotel-like blanket over my head and curl up into a ball. I've never been in so much pain. And I'm in cheer. Even then I—
Wait.
Fluffy?
White?
Ho
