Today, I woke up, thinking about Elvis somewhere in Vegas
I'm not sure how I got here or how there's a ring on my left hand; just appeared
… And there's just one little problem, I don't even know my last name
Last Name by Carrie Underwood
As I wake up, I'm aware of many things. A beam of sun light on my face, which was the cause of me waking up. The massive bed I was in, the unfamiliar golden wallpaper, and the noises from a different room.
I jolt up, scared, and then become aware of my killer headache. It's not just a normal headache. No, it's a hangover headache.
What happened last night?
I put my hands over my eyes, because the light definitely wasn't helping my head at all.
I notice a cold piece of metal pressed against my forehead.
I take my hand off my head and look at my hand.
I gasp, horrified.
(A/N: check out the ring on my profile.)
The other chapters are going to be longer, but this was just a glimpse into what the story will become.
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