When my eyes open the next day, the immediate need to throw up comes to me and I run to the bathroom like my life depends on it. My legs didn’t work at first and I tripped a few times before making it to the toilet.
As I emptied the contents of my stomach that burned my throat, my head started to pound, a hammer beating down on my cranium. I held on to the toilet, tucking my head between my legs and groaning in pain.
I was warned by one of the older girls in my pack that before drinking I should make sure I ate something first, but with the dinner I had and the drinks I drank… well. I’m certainly paying for it now.
Looking down at myself, I notice that I’m still in my dress from last night. I close my eyes, trying to remember how I got here. It was blank at first until a vague memory
