I want to get up, but I can’t. It’s like all my organs and tissues have given up and hence, feel numb. I feel excruciating pain towards the left side of my abdomen as something sharp is continuously poking it. I check and see the unfinished extension of the iron pavement I am laying on almost making its way inside my skin, because of its sharp edge. I push myself away and it feels like I just took out a ‘murder knife’ out of my body. The pain is unbearable and I see my T-shirt stained with blood. My fingers spot a deep bruise on the same spot, still bleeding profusely.
I force myself to get up and look for any sign of alcohol in the vicinity. I see only broken beer bottles, plastic glasses and no people. The smell of sheesha mixed with hash makes its way through my numb nostrils and I check my phone for the time. 4.45 am. I assume that, like always, I must have blacked out before the party concluded. I glance through my ‘Whatsapp’ and by reflex open HER chat window and instantly regret it. My heart burns. As if the anguish she was forcing me through wasn’t enough!
My head hurts and tears start forcing themselves through my dry eyelids as I desperately seek any remains of alcohol. I see half a quarter of rum lying on the other side of the terrace and I limp towards it as fast as I can. I finish the bottle in one glug and instantly feel the pain lessen, at least physically.
I cover the deep bruise with my handkerchief and start limping back home with countless thoughts, all dominated by HER.
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