Sex, money, and drugs.
When she becomes apart of a band that her brother was in, she slowly begins to realize why exactly she didn't like to fall into a group due to distant association.
The longer she stays, the more she realizes that everything se...
Don't waste time You'll never look back Don't go there alone
F song- Strawberry Guy
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"Athena—"
"It's time to wake up."
My eyes slowly open, only to be met with blurred vision. I squint my eyes, having no recollection of where I am. My mouth felt dry, my eyes already wanted to begin to water and I already feel my head begin to pound.
I groan as I realize that there was a light on, it seemed so much brighter than usual and I felt like it was shining right into my blurred eyes. I try blinking to clear up my vision a bit, but it didn't work.
I soon realize I'm laying on a bed. I had my head rested on a pillow, my hands were underneath my head for whatever reason and my knees were raised up and tucked into my stomach.
I bring one of my hands out from under my head and begin to rub one of my eyes to help me focus. After a few seconds, I bring my hand away blinking myself to a focus as I see Iann sitting in my line of view.
He was looking at me, but he hadn't even made the slightest movement. He had one of his arms raised up and resting on the wooden arm of the chair he sat in, his hand covered his mouth as his neck tilted to the side so his face can rest in his closed palm.
"Is there a reason why you're in here with me?" I mumble, my sleepy tone showing through fully as I'm hoping to break his zoned-out trance.
As he blinks, my eyes look down to the bed I was laying on. I knew this wasn't the hotel, but it didn't even look like the room that was on my bus either.
"Oh, your awake." He makes the realization late, now sitting up straight in his chair just to hunch his body over and lean forward in a slouch. He dropped both his arms to rest on the armrests as his hands hung off the ending of the smooth wood.
"Yeah, I imagine, I don't think I'd be talking to you in my sleep." I mumble, letting a tired yawn leave my mouth before I drag my hand down my face as another way to stop me from feeling dead.
My memory from last night was all a blur, my head was subtle pounding which just annoyed me more because this let me know it was going to last longer than a normal headache and turn into a migraine.
"You feelin' ok ena?" He asks, for some reason sounding more concerned than just being in his laidback state.
I don't respond, but rather I end up adjusting myself to sit up in the bed. I now knew for sure this wasn't the bedroom on my bus because it was built completely differently.
The bed was bigger, there was a table in this room, the doors didn't slide you had to actually open them, but it had a similar build. It still had the bathroom that was connected to it right by the door I'm guessing to leave the room, the walls were black, along with the bedding matching it.
