Midnight Memories

Chapter 41: You Forgot I Could Walk Away Too

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Chapter 41: You Forgot I Could Walk Away Too

In Loving Memory Of
Selena Elizabeth Young
A Distant Friend and a Crappy Daughter
May 29, 1993- May 30, 2017
(Died from a hangover)

THIS is what they would write on my gravestone if I died today.

I'm not even joking. Now that I think about it, I've not done anything noteworthy to write on my gravestone other than that. I was never a doctor, a fiancé, never a wife, a mother, a musician, an influencer of any sort, or an astronaut.

Maybe they would go along with a sarcastic comment, or, I don't, a quote from a drama?

Ah, but who cares about that stuff when you have the ugliest headache in the history of the ugliest headaches? Not me.

I push myself off of the couch and proceed to drag my feet to the kitchen. I swallow two Advils with water and immediately get in the shower because I freaking reek of alcohol.

I have no idea how I got home, how I dropped dead on the couch, what optic glasses these are on my shelf, and why there were so many used tissues spread around my living room. Did I catch a cold? Did I cry? Did I spill something on the floor and then try to wipe it off?

I don't have a clue and it drives me insane. And as if that's not enough of a personal crisis, my eyes are swollen and aching. I could barely open them at first.

After I make sure I smell like a human being and not a corpse, I dress in a pair of boxer shorts and an oversized t-shirt, paired with some Nike shoes, and decide to be a little productive. Meaning, I head to the store to get some groceries, as I mentally thank all the saints because today is Saturday.

I don't have any classes or work, and I can do my homework tomorrow, so it's awesome!

It's so sunny today, it physically makes me exhausted. And although my dark shades both protect my eyes from the Sun and hide the red and swollen state, I think the cashier girl notices something, judging by the way she looks at me. Or maybe she thinks I am a thief.

If I were a thief, sister, I'd steal Kai's heart not your stuff, I roll my eyes mentally. 

On my way back I call Dad to catch up and then Snow, asking her who took me home and some other details about last night. She says it was Ian and swears that she'll never be in the same room with him.

I chuckle, though my whole body hurts even when I blink.

I call Ian next and tell him to explain last night's events.

"I took you home, but your ex showed up, you asked me to leave." He says fast, making me stop dead.

"STOP, STOP, STOP!" I shout, scaring the old man passing me by. "Sorry," I mouth to him and turn my attention to Ian. "By that do you perhaps, maybe, possibly mean Kai?"

"Yeah, him."

NO WAY IN HELL!

"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT PRANKING ME WITH THIS!"

"You know, I don't really have time for this shit," Ian says, probably rolling his eyes.

"Are you serious, did he really show up?" I ask again, ignoring him. Because it's freaking huge!