I opened my eyes, but immediately regretted it when a shot of pain went through my body. I felt awful, like I had run a thousand marathons at once. And my head hurt. Really, hurt.

Someone knocked and the sound made it all worse. Groaning, I shut my eyes, wanting the pain to go away. The intruder walked in quietly, but each step they took made my headache worse. God, what happened to me? All I remember is that party and they someone- No, please no! I got drunk! What is wrong with me? Why didn't I just stay here?

“I brought you something to drink,” the intruder whispered, “it will help.”

I moved the blanket away from my head and squinted. I could barely make out her face, but took the drink anyways. I gulped it down, wanting the pain to go away and it did. But only after a few minutes of hiding in my blanket.

“What happened?” I asked, after the pain subsided.

“You went out with Chelsea, and when you didn't come home by one everyone was starting to get nervous so Brody went out to get you and Chelsea. But he only found you, and you were wasted.” I tried to hide my head in my pillow completely embarrassed that I could be so stupid, “Don't worry Alana, it happens to everyone. There is nothing to be worried about. Although, you did tell Brody he looked hot.”

“What!”

“It’s okay,” Maya giggled, “He knows you weren't yourself. It was the alcohol that was talking.”

“I didn't mean to.”

“I know, so does everyone else.” She comments, taking the glass that I had drank earlier before getting ready to leave.

“I'll be ready in about thirty minutes, I just need to take a shower.”

“Okay.” She smiled before leaving me alone in my room.

***

“Morning.” Brody sat on the couch, his eyes intently on the screen, “You sleep well?”

“I didn't mean to call you hot.” I blurt.

He looks over at me, his eyes filled with amusement and then he throws his head back and laughs.

“What? Why are you laughing?”

“You just went to a large party, got drunk, and all you're worried about is that you called me hot?” I open my mouth to say something but no words come out. “You worry too much Alana. Everythings fine. Chelsea's still asleep by the way. So, you don't need to freak out.”

“You're awake!” Sage yelled running over to me to give me a hug.

“Am I not supposed to be?” I ask confused.

“Sage, I'd be easy on her.” Brody advises, from the couch.

“I know that dad.” Sage jokes, rolling her eyes, “Are you okay? Nothing happened, right?”

“I'm fine. I'm just a little disoriented.”

“Good.” She said, “So, I was thinking that we could all check out the local tourist spots?”

“That sounds like fun.”

The car ride towards some of the local tourist spots was short. We made a list of all of the different shops and were going to try to check them all out today. We parked our vehicle and we all exited. We walked in groups towards the shops and Sage and I enter an antique store.

The employees smile and greet us as we walk in. Shelves upon shelves are stocked with many different trinkets. And we look at it for awhile until I notice Sage looks a little pale.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” But no sooner does she say that when she coughs and blood pours from her mouth. My eyes widen, and I start to panic. What’s wrong with Sage?