Page 35 of Heal Me

She fearfully mentions how some guys started chasing her and Yara at three o'clock in the morning when they were returning from the club. That's why I don't go to clubs anymore.

"I remember going to clubs with the girls to have fun," adds Zlata, "unforgettable times. "

The times of the Mesozoic era?

Amelia – 1, Zlata – 0.

"I suggest we can play something," and again Lily's voice attracts the attention of everyone present.

"I'm in," shouts Arthur and pulls Lily closer to him.

I'm not sure, but they seem to be dating after that night in our room. Unsure only because the word "date" is not in Lily's dictionary. Today it's Arthur, and tomorrow it's Ian and so on. I don't judge her for that.

Although sometimes I'm not sure that I can call Adele and Yara my friends. We are too different, we were born and raised in different worlds.

Their worlds are furnished in pink and candy floss is sold everywhere. And my world is black and filled with pain.

"Let's play in an overflowing glass," Adele laughs and raises the glass above her head.

I frown. What am I even doing here?

I promised Sebastian that I was done with alcohol. At least I try.

"Does everyone know the rules of the game?" asks Danylo.

He doesn't even look at me, and that makes my heart tingle unpleasantly. Why is he so strange?

Fortunately, I know the rules of this game. Unfortunately, I was the person who taught the girls this game, and many others. The first year was not easy, so it was necessary to have some fun.

The meaning of the game is that everyone in a circle adds some drink, and the one whose glass is overflowing must drink the entire contents of the glass.

"I'll start," Zlata gets up from Danylo's lap and goes to get a bottle of whiskey," let's start with something hot," she shouts and laughs.

And Danylo does not take his eyes off her, I can still see how he devours her with his eyes.

I'm definitely going to throw up now.

Danylo is next, and he pours vodka, then Yara adds cognac, and KJ adds apple juice.

"Well, disgusting," I grimace.

"Yes, the alcohol here is actually not mixed well," laughs Nazar.

"No, I'm talking about apple juice," I get goosebumps. "There is nothing worse than apple juice."

"And if we also add absinthe to it, it will be absolutely wonderful," laughs Lily.

I feel my stomach twist. I know it's my turn to drink it all.

I take a bottle of coke, it's unlikely to save the drink, but at least I'm trying. Everyone's staring at me, but I'm not giving up on the game, I'm probably going to throw up all my internal organs in the toilet tomorrow and then die all day.

I get up and empty the glass.

Alcohol burns my throat and I already feel sick. Terrible game, terrible rules, and I'm terrible because I taught the girls to play it.

"I need fresh air," I say and run out into the yard.

There is no one here. The best way to save yourself from tomorrow's torment is to throw up. But I can not. I'm all sweaty, but at the same time I'm cold, my ears are ringing and my head is spinning, but for some reason, I like this state.

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