BERTHA

HAZEL

My heart stops in my chest the moment I wake up to a heavy body landing on top of mine. A quick memory of being taken flickers into my mind, but it quickly fades at the familiar sound of my best friend's voice.

"Hazeeeeeeel!" She exclaims loudly. I tiredly move and exhale softly. Trying my best to push her off of me, I fail.

"Get your fat ass off my chest, Bertha," I wheeze, and I hear the laugh that reminds me of wheezy from Dragon Tales. She climbs off my body and sits cross-legged on the bed, waiting for me to get up.

"Goodness," I rub my head tiredly, "what time is it?" I groan. I was up most of the night wide awake. My stomach aches, and my body feels raw because someone decided that last night would be a good night to get all of his anger and stress out.

"It's one in the afternoon," she winks. Tiredly I wipe the sleep from my eyes and inhale deeply. My best friend eyes me up and down and I know she knows what Ramon and I did hours ago. Yet, she doesn't mention it.

"What's