Bad hangovers

“Hello, ***** speaking.”
“I need you here.”
“Excuse me?!”
“I need you to be here , and tell me everything will work out fine…”
“Excuse me, who is this!!??”

I hang up the phone, realizing I just called a complete random number and begged for direction, comfort, help. Whatever you want to call it really.
I role over my bed and toss my phone on it somewhere. I open my eyes and move my hand around to find it again. Ohh what’s the use.

I turn around and grab the bottle that’s beside my bed. I take a sip, and another. I don’t know which hand’s got hold of the bottle, my right or my left. Silly thing to worry about at this moment isn’t it?
I open my eyes again and stare at the sealing, it’s turning and going in circles. Ahh f*ck I hate it when I feel this way. I try to sit up and stare into the mirror. I see a distorted image of a person that reminds me of myself. With dark lines under her eyes. I grab one of the tissues on my bed, and try to wipe away what looks like running mascara from crying. Everything starts twirling and whirling again. I fall over and hit my head into my pillow, the tissue falls out of my head and I suddenly become very aware of the fact that I’m breathing. I drift off into nothingness and all of a sudden, somewhere in the distance I hear something that sounds like it might be my ringtone. It brings me back. I open my eyes yet again and drag my body towards the shower…Wash it all away…