DANIELLE'S POV
I opened my eyes and winced, closing them back immediately. Everything hurt. Well, not everything. My head.
It felt like someone had taken a hammer and was drilling my head. With a wince, I pulled myself up and touched my head, expecting to feel the hole where the drilling was happening. I pulled myself off the bed and wobbled to the bathroom, pouring water on my face. I looked at myself in the mirror and grimaced. My eyes were bloodshot, and I looked a mess. I swallowed back the nausea I was feeling and brushed my teeth very gently. Even the side-by-side movement my head was doing was causing my head to spin.
Why did today have to be a workday, and why did I have to drink that much? It was the first time I was consuming that much alcohol in one sitting. I hadn't even done that when I'd turned twenty-one, and the way I was feeling now was my assurance that yesterday was going to be the last time.
