Last Friday Night ~ tamber

35 ~ 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

My head...I feel like someone beat me and wiped the floor with my body. It's like my chest was torn apart and sewn back together.

"Amber and Jill will get married, I promise you that"

It feels like blood is being pumped into my body on one side and released from the other.

Am I dead?

— Amber...

Tara! Tara's sweet and worried voice.

Heaven? Did I really go to heaven?

— Amber!

Jill... Jill and her drunk tone.

I guess it's hell after all.

"Amber and Jill will get married, I promise you that"

I hope I'm dead because what I just heard from my dad was too much for me. It feels like my bones were broken and glued back together.

Fuck it.

— I'll clean up here — I heard that nice bartender

— What the fuck happened? — Roberts asked as I opened my eyes

I'm asking myself the same question.

"Amber and Jill will get married, I promise you that"

— Are you okay? — Tara asked and I focused on her

What should I answer her? I'm not. I don't think I'll ever be okay.

— Did you hit yourself hard somewhere? Something hurts you?

A lot.

"Amber and Jill will get married, I promise you that"

— Why don't you answer? — Jill asked annoyed

— I'm fine — I whispered — I tripped.

— Can you get up?

Tara touched my hand tenderly and I saw concern in her eyes.

I got up to sit and two hands appeared in front of me. Tara's hand and Jill's hand. They both want to help me get up. I'm looking at them confused and exhausted.

"Amber and Jill will get married, I promise you that"

I got up on my own. I didn't need their help.

— I need to lay down. Can we go back to our room? — I asked Tara

— Of course. Come on.

I took a step forward and Jill grabbed my forearm and turned me towards her. I looked into her eyes and for a moment I saw concern in them. Maybe I imagined it.

— You good? — she asked

"You good?"...

I'm looking at her and not answering. Why is she doing this? Why is she interested in me? What does she want to achieve with this?

— What were you stressed about?

— What? — I asked her as she came closer and put her hand on my back

Why do I only see all these bad moments when I'm looking at her now?

— You have panic attacks again?

My blood boiled and I clenched my fist.

— No. No I don't.

— This is what it looked like. It was like that in the past too — she said

I looked at Tara, not happy that she heard that. She doesn't look surprised. I didn't want her to know.

— I want to go to bed.