#amnitiis

Right now she is sober. Sober, but muddled with the aftereffects of drugs. She’s coming down from a dangerous high, toxins reacting with her developing glands, producing an alarming amount of dopamine. The consuming chatter of the other-world has been dialed down to a hush. Her eyes are heavy, limbs immobile, and her thoughts, rather than a whirlwind of internal conflict, is a deafening silence. She cannot force any form of creativity if her life depended on it. 

It is Day 1 without her pills, because she’s saving her stash for emergency situations. The night was spent ravaging the streets in search of her lost brother. Now it is daytime, and she’s missing from breakfast time, which means she’s missing from the joined role call and scheduled medication hand out. If she does not turn up by lunch time, they will file her as missing and search the grounds for her. 

“We’ve been together for hours now, and yet you question my existence only now?” The corners of her lips quirk upwards, a mocking laughter trailing afterwards. “Did you take one of my pills? I’m going to need you to spit that out immediately. It only works for me.” She pouts before continuing her leisurly pace down the sidewalk, dodging the morning commuters on their way to where they need to be. Everyone is in such a hurry, but Minnie wants nothing more than to enjoy life outside her four walls. This is a luxury she should not abuse.

his words are slurred beneath an accent named intoxication, accompanied by the heavy scent of liquor that lingers. despite that, she hears him fairly well when he says i need you. what those words mean exactly? she doesn’t know. she doesn’t know enough about him to be able to decide or even decipher what meaning or emotion may have been pent up beneath that simple phrase. there were few things she did know about him, though.

one. he didn’t know her name.

two. he reminded her of the time she once craved the taste of nicotine on lips.

three. because of that, she found his presence mildly nauseating when paired with his words.

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Lips were pressed into a thin line as she heard the other female’s inquiry. Perhaps, it was the curiosity that drove Cass to question Hanna in a way the younger would never be able to give a proper answer to, or maybe it was because she cared. Maybe because she didn’t, and she just wanted to get under the brunette’s skin for fun, how could she know? All that she was painfully aware of was the distress that this year had dumped upon her fragile self, and now she hoped that the New Year would grant her some time to pick the pieces of her lost self up to put them back together and hopefully, allow for wounds to fade into scars.

Hanna wasn’t a strong person, even if she pretended to be.

❝I don’t know. What did happen to me? You tell me. Why do you want to know?❞ The timbre she used suggested she was more upset than annoyed at the question Cass had to throw in her way, but above all she appeared to be hurt by something she couldn’t control, a force that had taken over her life and ruined it so badly over the course of the past few months to the point of no return, to a point where all the student wanted to do was lay down in bed and cry but she knew very well that this wasn’t going to change anything; that she would still have to pick herself up and carry on with her life, no matter how much it hurt her to do so.