I'm trying, again, TRYING to write fanfiction because reading can no longer seem to satisfy me. I'm scared to be honest. But feel free to leave your opinions, suggestions, violent reactions. It'll help me get better ^ω^ ( my attention span is so short, if I get distracted, or the story is no longer making sense, please do tell me)     

For the first time Dara woke up from her deep slumber after yesterday night party, her head had felt throbbing. It felt like someone was pounding a toy hammer to her skull repeatedly—very hard but repeatedly—and it was bad enough. Dara gave her temple a light massage hope the pain would go away soon, she also was blinking several times to adjust the shocking light that coming from the lamp on the ceiling.