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Pillows & Blankets

My eyes felt dry, very dry. Almost to the point where I should splash water on my face, then look soulfully into the mirror. My brain felt as if it was trying to escape my skull with a hammer and a knife. Any light just provoked the knife and hammer to work harder. The sun sat outside the blinds, and stared at me with it's flames.

I shielded my eyes and slowly sat up. I wasn't wearing anything, but that didn't matter. I couldn't recognize the walls and floor surrounding me. I touched my head, and squinted. The floor was coated in clothes and just about every alcohol available, an they were empty. This isn't something I normally wake up to.

I forced my eyes closed as I struggled to kneel down to grab my clothes. I lazily grabbed at the shorts sitting on the floor. Close to them was a white long sleeve, but it was obviously soaked in beer. The smell and look proved it. I grunted, and looked around for something else. I crawled to the foot of the bed, rolling my eyes and looking down.

Luckily, under a white tank top, was my underwear and bra. I sighed with a smile, and crawled to the bathroom. I rolled my eyes again, and stood up. The tile on the floor was freezing, as if my feet were turning into ice cubes. I dropped the blanket that I was covering my body with, and I stood on that.

I glared at myself in the large mirror on the bathroom wall. My hair was brown, my eyes were an ugly green. And I was staring at myself, in a mirror at a place I didn't recognize. This is the peak of my life, wasn't it?

I tore off my lion mane. It was obviously a wig. My normal hair is ash-blonde and it was in a perfect bun. I guess my night wasn't too insane, my wig didn't fall off. I put on my clothes, which were so uncomfortable, I'm not even sure they're mine.

I look to my right, and on the butt-ugly green and red love seat were the highest black strappy pumps. I grunted and slowly shuffled towards the couch. Under the feet killers, was a phone with a pink case. I grabbed hold of the phone and pressed the home button. The screen turned on, and burned my eyes. The lock screen was a picture of me a Lucas Powell. I was kissing his cheek...Dick.

I shoved the phone into my pocket, and turned to sit in the chair. I held the shoes up to the window. I unbuckled the left shoe and slid my foot inside. The straps cut into my foot, and I began cussing at myself in my head. I unbuckled the other shoe. Curly brown hair stuck out from the top of the blanket on the side of the bed near the bathroom.

My heart jumped, I quickly buckled both shoes, and stood, almost falling to the door to exit. But my mind screamed at me to run back and check on him. I don't remember his name, but maybe if I saw his face...I'll remember last night.

I closed my eyes filled with regret, but still I stumbled towards the bed, and poked his forehead, which was pretty much the only thing peeking out.

"Yo, man? Wake up. Wake up, now, please." I looked at the window, "Okay. Time for the big guns." I stumbled towards the blinds, and ripped them open. I looked away, and turned to the guy.

"Ugh." I groaned. I marched back towards him again. "Come on...Guy..." I thought, I reached for the sheet by his head, then I ripped it off his body.

My heart felt as if it was running from a wolf. The man was bloody, too bloody. I needed to get out of there. I fell backwards, and reached for my phone. Forgetting my password, I clicked 'EMERGANCY CALLS' near the bottom of the phone and dialed in "911" My heart still running.

A woman picked up the phone and we exchanged a few words. I felt tears falling from my eyes like they were faucets. I picked myself up from the floor, and fell onto the door handle. I frantically opened the door, then slammed it. I leaned against the door, and closed my eyes as if all I saw was my husband cheating on me. But instead, some random guy was dead in my bed and I will probably never find love.

I tried to catch up to my breathing. Then put my head on my shoulder, sighing. I opened my eyes, finally being able to calm down. In front of me was a girl, laying on the floor.

I screamed, "Oh my god. Oh my god. Please be alive." I pleaded, moving away from her, tears still streaming my face.
"Woah, woah girl. Chill." The girl woke up, squinting at me.

BITE. The wolf caught my heart.