Kieri's eyelids fluttered, the flickering florescent lights beat down on her pale face, the vulgar brightness made her want to puke, or maybe that was something else. Where was she? She raised her head slightly, there were hands wrapped tenderly around her ankles, and arms looped under her armpits. Ah-- the hallway.
"Umm sdasnzaax?" She moaned. A dull hammer was chipping away at her brain, where was an aspirin when you needed one? Once the situation fell back upon Kieri, her fair skin tone pinkened, the rosy color would't go away for hours now. "I never drink alcohol," She whispered. "I'm sober,"
She was crying now.
A good five or so years ago, Kieri's brother had died from alcohol poisoning, he'd spent months in his room, getting drunk without anyone knowing. His addiction was fierce, yet he'd hid it well. One night, he consumed way to much alcohol, and hadn't been treated in time-- no one even knew until twenty four hours later, when his body was already cold. Kieri suspected that it was actually a suicide attempt, because of the many empty bottles of pain-killers, but those could have also been a pathetic treatment for his massive hangovers.
The night Kieri stood over her brothers corpse was the night she promised herself never to follow in his footsteps.
She knew he would be disappointed in her.
