Samantha
When I woke up the next morning, I briefly wondered if I’d died and gone to hell.
That’s how shitty I felt.
My head was throbbing, and my stomach churned.
I thought I was going to be sick, and I struggled to build up the energy to even get out of bed.
At length, I forced myself to open my eyes. Flinching at the muted sunlight coming in through my thin curtains, I slowly pushed myself so I was sitting upright. Slipping my feet to the floor, I sat on the edge of the mattress for a moment as I fought not to vomit on my floor.
After several seconds, I felt stable enough to stand, and I staggered to my bathroom. I reached the toilet just in time and emptied my stomach into the porcelain bowl.
It took me a while to feel stable enough to push back up to my feet. I washed my face a
