The stories that I have grown up with have been a huge part of my life and who I am today. I want to...
The headache feels like a punch in the face as Elizabeth pushes herself up off of the bar top to sit upright on the stool. After the room stops spinning, she grabs the bottle beside her, unscrews the cap, and lifts it to her lips. As the liquid flows down her throats, she catches her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Her long blonde hair falls in a tangled mess over her face and past her shoulders. She brushes it back over her ears and stares into the mirror; into the bright, emerald ey. . .
The headache feels like a punch in the face as Elizabeth pushes herself up off of the bar top to sit upright on the stool. After the room stops spinning, she grabs the bottle beside her, unscrews the cap, and lifts it to her lips. As the liquid flows down her throats, she catches her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Her long blonde hair falls in a tangled mess over her face and past her shoulders. She brushes it back over her ears and stares into the mirror; into the bright, emerald ey. . .
