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It hurt to move. It hurt to even open her eyes.

Take it easy. One step at a time.

Harper tried to move from her bed, inch by inch. She supported her forehead with her hand. Wryly, she sat up on her bed, her body ached everywhere.

Out of nowhere, the image of Adam and Miranda seared into her head. She flinched at the thought of them together. Then, she remember the empty bottle of Absolut vodka on her bedroom floor being once full.

Harper stood up and walked over to the mirror. She saw that she was still wearing the same green tank topa dn suade too tight skirt that she wore last night. Harper scoffed in disgust at herself, took off her clothes and stepped into the shower.

She turned on the tap and felt the warm water trickled down her body. Eventhough the steam normaly calms her down, she couldn't help but pound her fist on the white tiled wall. Her tears lost in the ribbons of water rolling down her body.

Why me?