His stomach growled. Could feel the tightened pressure of hunger compress angrily around his middle. He moaned in frustrations into his pillow, willing it to go away because he wanted to sleep more. To go back into the dream he had been lingered in for an unknown amount of time. His lips parted, dry skin catching along his tongue-- a cotton taste making his throat quiver and demand he drink some water. Dmitri didn’t know how many days he had been laying here. A handful? One? He groaned again-- fingers curling into the sheets. Stretching all his limbs as the world in the unknown place he was laying in rushed to a frightening reality.
“Oh shit--” he tried to sit up but managed to only slam his head against the edge of a table. Attempting with more failure than success to push his weakened body up from the dirty mattress. His head swirled from his lack of proper nutrients. Once more feeling the stinging awareness of his thirst cling to the back of his throat to make his words feel strained. “Come on get up...”
Dmitri managed to leave the room he had ended up in. Someone’s house he didn’t actually know-- stepping over a couple people he stumbled into the kitchen to drink from the sink. The cold water stopping the cramping in his stomach. Getting home would be the challenging part alongside explaining his absence all weekend. Morning dusted the sky in hues to remind him that he had to be at the college in no less than eight hours, so he swallowed his pride. Knowing he was about to make a mistake-- but also he couldn’t stand or make it out of the kitchen. Having sloped down onto the floor next to someone sleeping. Feeling blood from the cut now marking his forehead drip down between his brows. Guilt clawed in anxiety in his chest. He pulled out his phone confirming the five am time.
[sms: dad] i fucked up again
[sms: dad] im sorry...
[sms: dad] i dont know where i am
