Now I was sat in Z's bed, with my horrid bed head and last nights clothes. He told me that last night I pasted out in the car on the way back and the whole 'you've been threatened by rouges' thing was real. I mentally groaned. He also said that my brothers agreed that I could stay with him, as apparently I would be safer. And I do feel safer but I'd never tell anyone that.
I got up out of bed, walking unsteadily towards the bathroom, I walked past the mirror, located opposite the bed and nearly screamed in horror, at the view. My hair looked like a birds nest on top of my head, I might even find a few twigs and worms hidden in there if im lucky. And if you didn't notice the sarcasm, then you may need to go see a doctor.
I tried to do my best to untangle it, but I was no used it was dried
