My head was throbbing.

I opened my eyes and saw nothing but blackness.

            I looked at the alarm clock.

It was noon.

Why is it so dark in here?

I put my hand against where I knew the window to be and felt a towel.

What the ****?

I must’ve pinned the towel up last night to stop the sun from waking me up. Even when I’ve blacked out I’m still thinking.

I yank the towel down.

The light rushes in. The brightness makes my eyes close and my headache increase tenfold.

I groan in misery, a mistake.

“Dylan?”

“What ma?”

“Dylan?”

“WHAT MA?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes ma.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes ma.”

She opens the door.

God, can’t she ever just leave me the **** alone?

“Oh my god! Dylan you’re bleeding!”

I inspected myself until I saw what she was talking about.

There was blood coagulating from under the shirt sleeve on my black t-shirt’s right side.

“It’s alright ma.”

“But Dylan you’re bleeding.”

“IT’S ALRIGHT MA!”

“Okay.”

She left the room.

I felt my throbbing head, popped an aspirin, and locked my bedroom door.

I took off my shirt to further inspect my bloodied wound.

I got stabbed!

I really wish I could remember last night, because I have to kick someone’s ****.

But hey, maybe I stabbed myself.

This is ****.

I see my air freshener can and toss it on my bed.

My cigarettes and lighter are on the floor. I pick ‘em up, grab a cup to ash in, and crack my window open.

I sit up on my bed, legs put straight, back against the wall, and light a cigarette.

I’m careful to as much smoke as possible out the window and use the air freshener can to cover up the smell.

“Dylan! Are you smoking in there?”

“No ma.”

“What?”

“NO! IT’S ALRIGHT MA!”