Sunday 20 December
~*Cody’s POV*~
Coffee. I needed coffee.
My brain slowly started ticking over, and it kept telling me the same thing over and over.
Give me coffee or give me death.
Considering that I wasn’t yet so far gone that I was dreaming about offing myself, coffee would have to do. At least for now.
The apartment was quiet, thank f**k. I glanced at my bedside table to where the clock radio should be, but discovered someone had draped it with the top that I had worn last night. Scrunching my eyes closed, I tried to force my brain to answer the question of how it had got from me to its current position, remembering vaguely that the lights from the clock had annoyed me so much that I had thrown the top over it to block the light. Then I wondered if the top I ha
