4am and her fingers are numb from the cold. Like a parasite it gnaws through her skin and makes home in the very bones of her. It doesn’t loosen her grip around the neck of the bottle though. There’s a sway in her step as she saunters down the hall to Senas’ apartment. A burn in her throat as she waits for the devil on her shoulder. Curling her fingers into a fist she knocks the mountain of bruised knuckles against the wooden door. No answer. She knocks again. This time it’s not a steady thump thumpthump, it’s an erractic thump thump=thump=thump? thump! Groaning Daisie leans her body against the doorframe, head lolling forward until its pressed against the door. “Wake uuuuuuuuuuuuuup” she’s freezing her tits off, stood there in nothing more than a pair of crappy banana print shorts, an old p.e. shirt from highschool and novelty cat slippers. “come on.” she’s loud enough to wake the whole block, but the thought that maybe sena isn’t home doesn’t once cross her mind. “play with me” she needs to take her mind off of things, and maybe she needs to pee too.
