Jane

The party was in full swing, but Jane felt utterly detached from it all. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her hands as if they belonged to a stranger. The room spun slightly as she tried to get her bearings. The same thing, every time. Waking up in the same room, the same party, the same scenario playing out over and over again in an endless loop of misery and betrayal. She looks over at Chad, then back at her hands Not again. I swear to god, if you start in with the 'you didn't know what hit you' bullshit... She hears a knock at the door and her heart leaps into her throat It's not what it looks like. I didn't mean to hurt you. She mutters the stock phrases automatically, hating herself for it