@wndwmn liked for a starter!
She’d been stood in the entry way of her therapy building for twenty minutes... Her apartment was a fifteen minute walk away (maybe twenty five seeing as she used one crutch now) but she could be home in five minutes with a taxi. Trouble was, and she had analysed her own mental state quite a bit in the last few minutes... she was frightened to go out and flag a car down. It was dark now and suddenly nothing seemed safe anymore. There was a fear rooted deep in her bones and she didn’t trust what hid in the dark.
Eventually she gave into her fear and called the person she hoped would judge her least... Diana. She called and asked the other if she’d mind walking her home, being vague about the details why since she wasn’t sure how to tell the other what happened. But as she saw Diana approach and enter the building her time to think up an excuse was gone and she looked at the other sadly.
“S-sorry to drag you here so late.” she said, handing her head down, as though it would hide the enormous cut, bruises, black eye and split lip.
