The past

In drifting off to sleep, you start remembering more about Eileen.

Starting in your bedroom, you see a SMITE poster you took down about a year ago, and your room hasn't been painted, something you did nearly 6 months ago. You're staring at your phone, a brand new iPhone 6+, with no case, and no scratches. You vaguely remember the sad excuse for a birthday party you had.

Your mother stumbles upstairs, and walks past your bedroom door, visibly drunk from the last day of Oktoberfest, which ends in September for whatever reason. The door closes down the hallway, and you hear your mother plop down on her bed. Your mother hungover isn't very fun to deal with, especially when your at home the whole day.

Water! You remember the university study that said you could prevent hangovers by drinking water. You get a bottle of water from the tiny fridge under you desk, and hand it to your mother down the hall.

She mumbles, "Thank you Dick..," and then trails off into indecipherable combinations of groans and mumbles.

You return to your room, and see you phone light up. It's a text from Eileen. It reads, 'I had fun tonight, we should do it alone sometime.' You liked the sausages at Oktoberfest, but other than that, your friends were the only thing keeping you sane. You'd be lying if you said she wasn't pretty, and your about to respond when you start shaking. Violently.