dragging herself out that night wasn’t easy , and yet there she was in the one place she didn’t want to be more than anywhere — the bathrooms . it had been the easiest avenue for escape ; nobody would question if she darted towards the toilet stalls , assuming she’d either had a little too much to drink or had a cute little somebody waiting for her behind the graffiti’d door . instead , she was mopping at the bleeding mascara trailing black tracks down her cheeks in an attempt to mask the fact that , for the last ten minutes , she had been hyperventilating to her own reflection . hearing the main door click open , evanie scrambled with the wads of stained tissue and turned to gaze into the plughole , sniffing ; “ sorry . i’ll be right out . i just ... “ was it easier to lie , to cover up her turmoil to save face ?? “ ... i just feel so gross out there tonight . even worse now i cried all my darn makeup off . “