Tears and Insecurities

I woke up to a familiar pounding headache the next morning. I cracked one eye open, only to squeeze it shut and pull the blanket over my head, shielding myself from the bright sunlight pouring in the small window. I snatched my bunk curtains closed also. Determined on going back to sleep, I made myself comfortable without moving too much to increase the pain. I had finally dozed off again. It only seemed as if I were asleep for less than five minutes when I woke up to hear one of the guys puking in the bathroom. I sat up, maybe way too quickly, because there was a searing pain in my head and I began to feel dizzy.

What the fuck did I drink last night?

Sure, I was fully aware that I had a hangover, but...it was never THIS bad before. After sitting there for a minute, I decided that I was able to get up and move around a bit. I stretched and got out of my bunk, wincing at the bright sun.. I looked down and realized that I was wearing the same outfit from last night.

Then I remembered.

Everything else in the club was fuzzy and unclear, but the beautiful silver orbs is what stood out to me more than anything. It was the only thing I could see clearly.
I shook my head at the thought, walking into the kitchen to see Ash, with his sunglasses on, and CC, basically cuddling and sleeping in the small red booth that was at the small dinner table. If my head didn't hurt so much, I would laugh, but at this point I didn't give a shit.

I heard Jinxx mumble a 'Good Morning' to me, and I simply waved back as he was making coffee. I noticed that Jake was missing. As if on cue, Jake walked in the kitchen, his face pale, eyes were bloodshot, and his hair a tangled mess. So he's the one that was throwing up.

I needed a fucking cigarette.

I reached in my pockets, panicking when I didn't feel the familiar small box of cancer sticks. I went back my bunk and ripped off the covers when I heard a small thump. Looking on the floor and sighing in relief, I grabbed my Marlboro Reds.

I went back to my room, opening the window, we were on a moving bus back to the airport, so I wasn't able to go outside.
I looked in my suitcase to find my pack of lighters, quickly picking one, I lit my cigarette and inhaled the smoke and blew it out, instantly feeling a bit calmer. I let my mind wander and relax as I looked past the trees that flew by as I thought silently to myself
•Two Days Later.. Third Person Pov..•
As I brought in the last box into the house, I sighed in exhaustion and laid down in the muddle of the floor, enjoying the soft black carpet and closing my eyes....

It was midnight outside, the moon shone bright, it's reflection glistening in the clear water ahead of me. As I turned around, there was a beautiful white mansion in front of me. I slowly walked to the door. As I entered the mansion, there was a grand spiraling staircase that lay ahead of me. The floor was made entirely of white marble and the chandelier was dimmed slightly. I jumped sightly at the sound of clicking heels. I caught the glimpse of black high heeled boots waking into another room. Following, I enter the flawless kitchen. My hand brushes across the table and I see the shoes again. The woman was facing away from me, sniffling. She slowly turned around, dressed in robes. A black rosary was dangling from her small fingers, clenched together tightly in prayer. Something was dripping. My eyes trailed up to her face to see blood dripping from her eye sockets as she sobbed quietly. She shrieked and wailed, dragging herself over to me. Her boots scratched against the floor and she reached for my throat.



Jumping slightly and waking up, Violet noticed that she was back in her room, although she remembered falling asleep on the carpet. She looked down at her indigo blue sheets, she was still confused about the random dream she had. She eventually noticed the small purple spots on the sheets...Blood.

Bringing a small trembling hand up to her face, she noticed that her nose now gushing blood at this point. she got up and rushed to the large bathroom that was connected to her room.

After taking care of the nosebleed and cleaning up her mess, Violet put her hair in a messy bun and changed into sweatpants and an oversized Sublime shirt, walking downstairs to see her brother Roman playing Call of Duty on the Xbox, his headset on and in his zone.

Deciding not to bother him, Violet went into the kitchen, grabbing a Monster out of the fridge.
There was a small buzzing noise coming from her phone, and she took it out of her pocket to see who was calling her.

"Fuck.."

Notes

Afraid; The Neighbourhood
Hey Guys! I apologize for the late update, and for the past two shitty chapters. I usually create and post these on my phone, but I won't let that be an excuse for my grammatical errors. I have now gone back over and edited both chapters before posting this one on my laptop. I will go back and edit any chapters at any time that I can. Thanks!