This is fiction. It’s not from my perspective.
“Ow! Fuck! Oh god what the hell?! I feel like I’ve run a marathon… how much did I…ugh, I feel sick!”
My eyes opened to the bright haze of the afternoon world to a sharp pain in my temples and what felt like every inch of tissue on my body. An overwhelming nausea swept over me. Blackout fucking drunk. That’s how much I must’ve drank.
I really do feel sick. I hurled the sheets to the side and my body over the side of the mattress and made it to the bathroom just in time before puking up what was left in my stomach. I hated myself for this. This had been happening too long. But today, the pain in my body…I’d never felt that before. I noticed my straining muscles again after I threw up. I guess the jolt of “get the fuck to the bathroom” energy kind of blacked out the pain for a second but now it was back. Everything hurt so much. My legs could barely pick me up again.