Trauma

Please touch me...

Nova

I open my eyes slowly and immediately squint when I'm met with the harsh reflection of morning sunlight from my window.

Too lazy to stand up and still slightly drunk, with a raging hangover to be able to decipher my current location.

I'm laying on my side in a bed, I'm very sure it's not mine.

I drop my hand from my body trying to feel around for anything like my phone or anyone perhaps but nothing.

I close my eyes and stretch drawing the sheets up to my face unknowingly and that's when I see it.

Blood.

"Oh, my God!" I gasp to myself as my memories from last night begin to come back bit by bit.

I don't get up from the bed, too scared that whoever I slept with is still around somewhere or he has gone and I have to face the scary moment when I realize what has happened.

I wanted to have sex. At least drunk me did

I remember Tiffany bringing up the idea and at that moment it sounded like an amazing one.

My first thought was just to get rid of it. Get o