"Shit, you look awful." Trooty said.

Mmmm. 

Valentino dragged me into bed again with alcohol. I was bleeding everywhere especially me neck. He took a huge chunk of flesh. He's not gentle anymore. Not to mention I have the worst fucking hangover ever. He made me drink, plus take more shots. They were shots and bottles lying around on the floor.

"Jesus, what the fuck did you do to yourself?" Trooty asked. 

Leave me alone. 

Trooty opened the curtains. I closed them immediately using my powers. My powers were limited now. I feel really weak and dead inside. I just want to lie in bed and never get up again. I buried my face in the pillow. The bed was covered in blood, drips of alcohol, and cigarettes. My body probably looked like a ragdoll that had been chewed up by a dog. 

"Wow. You smell awful." Trooty said. 

Thanks. That's the exact way I feel.

"Hey, does your telepathy work? Or is it the alcohol?" Trooty said. 

That or the drugs. I like it quiet. 

"How long was it?" 

Too long. Ugh. 

"I have some coffee jelly for you." 

No thanks. I'm not hungry. 

Trooty spat out her juice. I didn't even care. 

"How are you not hungry for coffee jelly?" 

Too much alcohol and drugs. 

Mom and Dad both walked in. They screamed loudly.