I’m freezing cold. Did I leave the window open? Prying my eyes open I take in the room. Green walls covered in half naked girly posters. I sit up quickly, hissing when the pain in my head disagrees with moving. I’m naked. Memories of this exact thing happening before taunts me and my body begins to tremor. I quickly get to my feet, scanning the room for familiarity or other people but I’m alone and nothing makes sense. A dull ache ripples through my body. Closing my eyes in shame I slowly drop my hand to cover myself the best I can. A small sob retches from my chest. What had I done? How can this happen again? Because you let it, whore. Grabbing at the blanket laid askew on the bed to cover my frame, I silently scream into the empty room. I need to get out of here, go home and try to wash the shame away. I need clothes. Where are my clothes? My eyes frantically search for the dress I was wearing last night, Mya’s dress. But it’s not here. What the hell? I’m going to have to wear something from the closet of whoever’s room this is.
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