Alex crawled on her bed and hugged her pillow, closing her eyes as she sat there. "Ugh. It's spinning." She replied with a smile and took the bottle clumsily in her hands. "I told you, didn't I? I'm a wreck. I'm hard to please. I'm a bitch. I'm-" Her hand slapped on her mouth and she dashed through her room in an eye blink, thankfully finding the bathroom by herself to cough up her guts. As much as she hated throwing up, it was the only thing in the world that sobered her up during a party. It was that moment when reality slapped her in the face, when the music became a dull pounding in her temples. The blonde was determined to get it all out of her system while she was crouching there.<br/><br/>Seven minutes went by. After flushing her stomach, she flushed the toilet, washed her mouth and rolled on to the cold floor, pressing her cheek against it as hot tears emerged. They were tears of shame and relief. The world was steady now, no longer spinning in her head and the cold floor was a blessing. "Do you see now?" She asked weakly. "Do you see what I am? You said your father told you you were a mistake, a failure... But you're not. You're so much better than 99% of the people in this party. Why can't you see that?"<br/><br/>Alexandria lied there for a moment before pushing herself up, feeling already much better. She walked back to her bed like a zombie and lay down on her back.