Fiona;

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!" Zoe's voice pierced through my skull like a knife. "Time for our morning jog!"

I cracked one eye open and immediately regretted it. The morning light streaming through her bedroom window felt like someone was stabbing hot needles directly into my brain.

"Fuck off, Zoe," I groaned, pulling the pillow over my head. "I'm dying."

"Come on, we do this every morning. Five AM sharp, remember?" She yanked the pillow away from my face. "Fresh air will cure that hangover."

"I said fuck off." My voice came out as a croak. "Go without me."

"Fiona, you promised we'd keep each other accountable. No excuses."...