Warning: Death, vomit?, drowing? If any of thos bother u don't read.

‘I can’t see anything, what happened? I feel like I'm floating.’ I crack open my eyelids just barley. All I can see is darkness. ‘Am I dead?’ I think to myself then abrupt pain is flows through my body as memories come flooding back to me.

My eyes open wide as I shoot up. My breathing is heavy. This isn’t my room. I remember what happened last time I woke up. How I woke up in someone else’s body, how I learned about a job I had no idea about, how I was stabbed. I sit there not wanting to look at any part of my body, instead I look around the room. My eyes land on two empty vodka bottles.  I continue to sit there until I feel something next to me move. I turn my head around sharply. I spotted a small dog next to me. Looks like a poodle. Only then did I look down and my eyes land on my hand. Its a female hand but I can tell its not mine. The memories from last time are sticking with me. They just keep repeating. My head starts to hurt. “Ugh, stupid headache.” I say to myself assuming its hangover from the vodka bottles on the dresser. My voice is deep but still femine.  I just sit there, to scared to get up. It’s still dark outside. ‘I’m just going to sit heere until the sun comes up.’ I think to myself, until I have a sudden urge to vomit.

‘Shit. I don’t wanna get up but I can’t hold it in.’ I think as I start to panic. ‘Dammit!’ I jump onto the floor but to my surprise I fall to the ground. “Ugh” I groan until I feel the vomit climbing up my dry throat. I try to get up but the headache is killing me. I give up on standing up so I crawl to the bathroom in the corner of this person’s room. I see the toilet and use all my remaining strength to pull myself up dangling my head over the toilet. I begin to throw up into the toilet. The brown liquid falling into the toilet. “I think. . . I’m done” I say as I sit back and lean on the wall. Then another round of vomit begins to come. I lauch myself to the toilet letting out the liquid. I breathe heavily until I hear a creak in the room. My eyes widen as I slowly begin to turn my head remembering the past events. Before I can fully turn my head around someone grabs my hair and yanks me to my feet. “Agh!” I yell out of pain. I’m shaking now my breaths are shaky. I open my eyes and see a man dressed in all black. ‘He’s the same guy I think! Oh my God no, thie same thing can’t happen again!’ I think to myself terrified of what's going to happen next. He pulls my hair slamming my head into the mirror next to me. My vision is going blurry as I feel a warm liquid running down my face. He pulls me head over to the sink turning the water on plugging up the drain. He yanks my head down and shoves it into the growing puddle of water in the sink. I then realize what he’s trying to do. ‘He’s trying to drown me! SHIT! I can’t breathe!!’ I grab the hand on my head trying to pry his fingers off. ‘God he’s… so… strong…’ I reluctantly give in, the water pouring into my lungs as I attempt to breathe in. I take a final glance at the man through the water. He says something but I couldn’t hear. My body won’t move as my vision goes dark. 

Hey sry i haven't updated this in a while. Ive been a little busy. Anyway I hoped u enjoyed this and sorry its short!

Word Count: 671 word :(

-Ash