I look in the bathroom mirror. I can barely recognize the person in it. The cloudy, bloodshot eyes aren't mine, nor is the strange lipstick that had appeared all over my face. My skin was bruised and more pale than ever before. I shouldn't have drunk that much. As I tried to solve all the tangles in my hair I watched as many of those long dirty blond strands of hair fell on the floor. I didn't even care anymore. I had a horrible headache from last night's drinking.
"Where did you go?", I heard from my bedroom. It was a woman's voice. It sounded so familiar, yet I couldn't recognize it. I followed the voice to the room and found her there. A girl, perhaps two or three years younger than I was, lied between the sheets. Her beautiful brown hair was unbelievably neat and straight, her blue eyes were clear unlike mine and her skin was pure and clean. But I saw that the faded lipstick was the same I had on my face. I couldn't remember anything related to the previous night so I asked, 'where am I?'