Something cold pressed against the side of my face. My knee rested against something hard. My eyes felt like I face-planted onto the beach. Why did I hear the ocean in my head? Damn, it was loud.
I tried to move and groaned. Everything hurt. What the hell did I do?
I pried my eyes open and blinked away the sand. It didn’t go anywhere. I rubbed at my eyes, finally clearing them enough that I could see.
“What the hell?”
I was in my sister’s bathroom. On the floor. Alone.
Slowly, it came back to me. The tsunami. The dizziness. The sink. I touched my forehead. The blood.
And Ada.
“s**t,” I murmured, my stomach flopping. I pushed to my knees just in time to vomit in the toilet.
The good thing was I felt better after that. I washed my face, being careful not to get the glue wet, and clea
