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Post by Jacky on Mar 15, 2009 21:31:06 GMT
I listen to the beeping of my phone a long time after she hung up. And when I eventually turn of my phone, I literally feel nauseous. It's not the drink that messing me up though. She just delivered the worst blow I received in a long time. And I don't know what the fuck to do with that.
When I return inside I'm cold to the bone, thanks to being outside so long. Che notices me and comes over, frowning when I seem pretty zoned out.
"Hey.. you alright man?"
"No." I tell him. And I walk past, on my way to the bar, to make sure I don't remember shit of this in the morning..
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Post by Daz on Mar 15, 2009 21:36:07 GMT
I sink back down into the covers, phone still in my hand, feeling fucked up as ever. I do manage to get to sleep though. Due to emotional exhaustion more than anything else.
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Post by Jacky on Mar 15, 2009 21:39:58 GMT
When I wake up the next morning, I only remember half of last night.. Up to the point of that phone conversation. After that, pretty much everything is a blur. And I find myself waking on the couch, with a splitting headache, and a messed up stomache that causes me to get up immediately to drag myself to the bathroom and throw up.  |
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Post by Daz on Mar 15, 2009 21:42:21 GMT
I wake up slowly, blinking a little, as I glance around the unfamiliar room. Though I don't move. I stay there, lifelessly.
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Post by Jacky on Mar 15, 2009 21:45:00 GMT
After emptying my stomache in the toiletbowl, I brush my teeth twice and drag myself up to my room. I seriously need some more sleep or I won't survive this morning. On my way there I get rid of my tie, and I manage to wrestle myself out of my shirt before I lay down on top of the blankets. Ughh. Fuck. My mind wanders to Anouk. And I check whether I still have my phone with me. I find it in my pocket and switch it back on. And stare at it. |
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Post by Daz on Mar 15, 2009 21:50:10 GMT
There's a knock on the door a few minutes later, and Helena comes in. "Oh.. you're awake." She gives a smile, "Are you feeling better?"I purse my lips and look at her, before sitting up and nodding slightly. "I was thinking of getting some breakfast, would you like some cereal or toast or something?""No, thanks. I'll be okay. I.. uhm.. do you think I can brrow some clothes for today?" I ask, because I don't want to go home still in my ballgown . |
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Post by Jacky on Mar 15, 2009 21:53:14 GMT
The only missed calls I got were from other people. People who were equally drunk yesterday. But none are from Anouk. I keep staring at my phone for a good few minutes, before I put it on the pillow next to my head. So it'll wake me if it makes any noise. I close my eyes and try to sleep despite the continuous pounding in my head. Uughhh. My head. |
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Post by Daz on Mar 15, 2009 21:56:17 GMT
"Yes, sure. Uhm. Did you talk to Jack yet?"
".. Last night I did, yeah. But he was really drunk.. and mad."
Helena glances down to the floor, feeling really bad about it all..
"I'll try again soon, before I go home. Though I guess he'll have a terrible hang over."
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Post by Jacky on Mar 16, 2009 15:05:55 GMT
I consider calling her first. But I only vaguely remember what the last thing was that we told each other last night. So that seems risky business. On top of that, I can't bare the idea of volunteering for any sound in my ear at the moment.
I frown, trying to recall last night's argument more clearly.
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Post by Daz on Mar 16, 2009 15:54:39 GMT
We talk about it all for a bit longer before she leaves to go and check on her son and make breakfast for herself.
I just sit there, feeling awkward and strange. Wondering if he can even be bothered with all this. Because, after all, it would be very easy for him to just say goodbye to me again, and move on.
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