Chapter 19
John
Beep-beep. Beep-beep. Beep-beep.
I hit my hand onto my alarm clock. I groan as I turn over from my side to my back. I pull my fingers through my hair as I groan again. My head hurts. I open my eyes and stare up at the white ceiling, still with my hand on my head.
A cool breeze flows inside my room from the open window, beside my bed. I hear the light sound of the birds, and the sun is lighting up my entire room, bringing up the blue color on my walls. The sun makes my head pound even harder.
I turn back to my side and open my nightstand drawer. I have a pack of chew aspirins instead of swallowing. I take one and put it in my mouth. My whole mouth gets filled with a bitter awful taste that makes me want to throw up. But I swallow it all and throw the cover off me and
