Inside the bathroom, she leans against the door, wrapping an arm around her waist, as she tries to hold herself together.
She can't. Her hands begin to tear at the dress, coming away bloody, 'have to clean wound, have to stop the blood' and it's dripping down her back.
For a moment she wonders if the wound will keep weeping, if she can sit and ( Read more... )

[ooc: millitimed to sometime last night]
Kim thought a walk would help. She thought several walks would help. But she found herself wandering aimlessly around the lake, knowing she should go back inside, but unable to make herself face the bar.
She can't blame her dad for lying to her. The weight of this knowledge is almost crushing because ( Read more... )