Chapter 12

CLARISSA’S POV.

The aching in my skull ebbs and flows like a cold tide, yet the pain is always there. I understand at once why they call it a hangover. From the pounding head, vomit taste in my mouth and dehydrated feeling I feel, I figured I must have been drinking heavily last night. My throat felt like sandpaper. It hurt to move. It was like the flu only self-inflicted, Maybe I could sleep it off. Thinking that I curled under the duvet and closed my eyes.

Even though I tried hard to sleep it off I couldn’t, I opened my eyes and looked around, it was an empty room, In the room, everything is brilliant white: tiled walls and floor, bed and linen. What is this room? there was chaos in my head; I did not know where I was. How did I get there? I looked down at myself and noticed the blanket I was gripping, I was naked and I turned my head, there was no one beside me. I was alone, I noticed my dress and underwears on the floor and the bedsheet clearly showed that I had sex