@ruptorune !
THE SUN WAKES HER UP. any other day, she’d take it. right now, she’d rather be dead. she’s not unfamiliar with feeling this shitty but it’s not a welcome feeling. her eyes need a couple of moments to get used to the light, blinking until her vision is somewhat clear. there’s the brief moment of panic where am i ? what happened ? what did i do ? am i still dressed ? hand wanders around under the blanket and she’s lucky enough to find she was still dressed. so ... nothing happened, right ? she vaguely remembers flashes of someone trying to lure her into his car before before dae showed up. only then does she recognize the bedroom. the familiar sheets, his closet. there’s a disgusting mix of smells in their. alcohol. sweat. cigarettes. weed. vomit ? wrinkling her nose, she finally sits up. glancing down on herself yes, she definitely threw up. it’d be a pain to get that out of her dress. heavy, shaky sigh falls from her lips. she’d be more grateful for the bucket and the water when she notices them if she wasn’t so fucking embarrassed. more of what she’d eaten yesterday then suddenly comes back up and for a second, the bucket is her favourite thing in the world. quick enough not to mess up any of his stuff.
she takes another minute before she slowly gets up. her heels by the bed which she reaches for slowly. if he was up he would have already checked in on her, she assumed. so, she was just quietly going to use the opportunity to leave. she doesn’t need him to see her like the mess she is right now - again. only with shoes in hand ( she’d come pick up anything else later ) she tiptoes out of the bedroom and towards the front door. hoping to get there before he wakes up.
