Ah, what IS that? I wondered, blocking the sun beams from my sleepy eyes. Never had I felt so exhausted. I stretched and slowly climbed out of bed to see how I looked after a drawn out, dark, and musty night of drinks in the air, and endless lines to snort. Damn, I thought, rubbing the dark undertone now surrounding my eyes like raccoons. What did you do to yourself? Staring wide-eyed, in disbelief, at the girl in the mirror, I heard a glass break downstairs. Who the hell…? I could have sworn nobody came home with me last night. I didn’t say a word. All of a sudden, downstairs became dead silent, probably the best time to try and get away. However, my muscles locked. With my tightened fists, my feet were planted to the floor, and the sides of my temples began to drip a slow, steady sweat. As I heard the stairs creek, a drop of my sweat pounded against the hardwood floor, and I had no doubt that my intruder had heard it. Shit, shit! Blew my cover…What the hell am I gonna do now?? I thought frantically. At that very moment, the rusted golden knob on my bedroom door began to turn…
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