memory;
The results of her mistake had become apparent hours ago. Her entire body was numb; the energy to lift even a finger was torn from her. How did she get here? The bed she was spread on was cold and far from welcoming its sheets stiff and cold from dried fluids. She didn’t think about it- in fact she didn’t think about anything at that moment, her one eye trained on the ceiling as if it were playing a silent movie for her. The reels flickering in her mind were empty and only played snow yet it was better than focusing her attentions anywhere else.
“Leave.”
The voice that broke the silence and the soundless movie on the ceiling grew a lump in her throat. Get up, she told herself. You can’t lie here any longer, she pressed. Although she couldn’t see him Tyki sat against the window frame, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips. Their impressions were left all over her body and they pressed down on her skin obnoxiously. Her body was bare to him there was nothing to hide any longer the reality of which left her completely confused. All her life she kept herself a secret, even from herself to a point; now she was exposed so easily. It was sick.
It took everything she had at that moment to sit up. To reach over the side of the bed and gather what clothes she could find within reach. He knew she was shaking; the bed trembled lightly under her. With motivation she managed to pull on her pants, ignoring the slick feeling between her legs. Her shirt came on next and before she could register it mentally she was already rushing out the door. Her long legs, something she loved to brag about, were cursed at mentally as they were jelly now and forced her to stumble as she made it out onto the streets.
He was watching her from the window frame, his gaze heavy on her back.
“Leave.”
The voice that broke the silence and the soundless movie on the ceiling grew a lump in her throat. Get up, she told herself. You can’t lie here any longer, she pressed. Although she couldn’t see him Tyki sat against the window frame, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips. Their impressions were left all over her body and they pressed down on her skin obnoxiously. Her body was bare to him there was nothing to hide any longer the reality of which left her completely confused. All her life she kept herself a secret, even from herself to a point; now she was exposed so easily. It was sick.
It took everything she had at that moment to sit up. To reach over the side of the bed and gather what clothes she could find within reach. He knew she was shaking; the bed trembled lightly under her. With motivation she managed to pull on her pants, ignoring the slick feeling between her legs. Her shirt came on next and before she could register it mentally she was already rushing out the door. Her long legs, something she loved to brag about, were cursed at mentally as they were jelly now and forced her to stumble as she made it out onto the streets.
He was watching her from the window frame, his gaze heavy on her back.