Anxiety Girl: Meet Sadie Valentine... by Lacey London

Author:Lacey London [London, Lacey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SSO Publishing
Published: 2017-03-23T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Slowly rolling onto my side, a searing pain fires through my temple as I attempt to lift my head off the pillow. Wincing in agony, I rub clumps of mascara from my dry eyes and breathe through the discomfort. The bed sheets stick to my sweaty skin as I realise I’m in my bedroom. The bitter taste in my mouth indicates that I have a hangover and the vomit in my tangled hair tells me it’s a bad one.

Using whatever energy I have to sit up straight, my brow crumples as I notice Aldo curled up beneath the duvet next to me. My stomach churns and I clasp my hands to my mouth as vomit rises in my throat, before crashing back down into my stomach with a burn. Sensing my movement, Aldo sits bolt upright and lets out a gasp.

‘What are you doing?’ He shouts, his voice hoarse as he reaches out and grabs my forearm.

My headache intensifies and I hold my head in my hands. ‘Can you not shout like that, please?’

Turning to face him, I frown when I realise he’s fully dressed. I’m about to ask him why he’s in my bed when a lightning bolt hits me. The bathroom, the tears, the pills… Mortification runs through my veins and my cheeks flush violently.

‘How are you feeling?’ He croaks, dark circles hanging beneath his eyes.

Licking my lips, every hair on my body stands on end as I rack my brains for something to say, anything at all to make light of the situation. What is the right answer here? How are you supposed to feel the morning after an attempted suicide?

‘You really scared me last night…’ Aldo lies perfectly straight and stares up at the ceiling.

Seemingly frozen to the spot, I keep my gaze fixed firmly on the floor.

‘Did you want really want to… you know… do it.’ He asks, his voice so low I can barely hear him.

Do it. It sounds so blasé, so innocent. Did I want to go to sleep and never wake up? Yes, of course I did. Did I want to take my own life by overdosing on super strength sleeping pills? I really don’t know.

‘Shirley, you’re going to have to talk to me…’ Aldo throws back the sheets and swings his legs over the edge of the bed.

‘I don’t know.’ I manage, wrapping my arms around my knees. ‘I honestly don’t know what I was thinking…’

Pushing himself up, Aldo marches up and down the bedroom for what feels like an eternity before coming to a stop by the window.

‘I’ve never been so scared in my entire life.’ He has his back to me, so I can’t see his face, but I can tell from the tone of his voice he is close to tears. ‘I thought you had gone. I really did…’

‘Aldo, I’m so sorry…’ I stammer, looking down at the ground as he carries on talking.

‘There were so many pills on the floor… You couldn’t talk… You couldn’t stand up…’

My heart pounds with shame and I try to hide behind my hair.

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