I groaned as I opened my eyes, seeing nothing at first, only complete and utter darkness reaching my pupils. The night had been a blur and I could feel the tears well in the corner of my eyes. "Did I really get that drunk?" I said barely in a whisper, my voice seemed broken and raw. The night was a blur, but one memory stuck in my head as clear as day. What I said to him. Why had I said it? I wasn't thinking straight. Why did he hardly react? When I told him he only looked at me with his cold steel eyes and plastered a fake smile on his face and went back to partying. He hardly ever showed emotion and when he did it was often brief. I should have never told anyone about that. I knew it was a mistake as soon as the words left my mouth.
It was the middle of the night and as far as I could tell I was outside, I must have ran off after the party, un-able to find my way home in the darkness. I was probably laying there for most of the next day and now half of the night. I stru