#privblake

All she wanted was a mikshake; her stomach had started to turn more and more; the empty pain making it rumble. She didn’t mean not to eat for days, but when the thought of food was enough to make your stomach churn, she figured it wasn’t best. So she brought herself to an old diner, setting herself in a booth-- all four body guards were in a booth nearby; she was safe. The word rang in and out of her head, she was slowly turning into the shell of the woman she used to be, and she hated it-- she wanted to go back to her old self.

Running a shaking hand through her stomach, she took in gulps of the food, stomach nearly cheering in improvement. It wasn’t until she heard a group of frts, loud men that seemed to make the diner their own-- coming in a group. She could handle it, she could handle noise-- she nearly shrunk into herself as they grew louder and louder. With every slam of their fists on a table, she jumped-- but once, once a fight between two broke out, she broke out into a cold sweat. And before she could even say a word, she was being ushered out by safe hands on her, ones that brought her back-- Oscar trotted behind her; she felt her heart in her ears as the night air hit her skin. She felt as if she was going to be sick, and before anything else she was falling to her knees and bringing back up the only food she had eaten in the past 5 days. 

“I’m okay Felix, I’m okay.”

She muttered as she was brought back to her feet- but she only fell back against a wall, begging them to leave her be for a moment, just begging to let her be alone and once she was granted that wish, the young hudson sank to her knees-- silent tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to calm herself down.

She could do this, she wasn’t weak-- she could do it.