Hurting Wound by Unwritten92 [Drabble #170]
Title: Hurting Wound
Author: Unwritten92
Theme: Rasp
Genre: Drama/Dark
Rating: T
Word Count: 300
Summary: When she wakes, it’s a dream.
The sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, and she smiled when Hojo leaned down to kiss her good morning. Hearing the front door close she sighed and turned to her back on the white sheets. Blinking she prepared herself mentally for starting a new day.
Last night she felt had been a dream and she unconsciously thanked whatever gods were on her side for making it so. Being the object of affection of the past wasn’t part of her wanting to start a new life away from the pain and sorrow losing him caused. But she couldn’t help imagining him and his touch.
Shaking her head and making up her mind to start the day already she was startled when she felt the rasp of calloused hands on the back of her bare tights. Turning to see what caused it she saw nothing only the picture of her and Hojo’s engagement party, and clucking at herself for being so silly she turned and walked to the bathroom.
For a moment the world tipped and she saw white; white walls and ceiling but not once did she see white silver hair. Blinking out the spots in her eyes she shook off the feeling of vertigo.
Holding on to the wall for support she almost dragged herself to the bathroom. When she made it in she opened the faucet and let the water pour out, splashing her face with cold water to wake herself, she finished washing her face and then her teeth, she dried her face with the towel Hojo had carelessly left of the doorknob and then she turned to inspect the place on her leg where it started to hurt.
The wound was still bleeding and festering horribly. A clock she didn’t own ticked slowly.
Author: Unwritten92
Theme: Rasp
Genre: Drama/Dark
Rating: T
Word Count: 300
Summary: When she wakes, it’s a dream.
The sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, and she smiled when Hojo leaned down to kiss her good morning. Hearing the front door close she sighed and turned to her back on the white sheets. Blinking she prepared herself mentally for starting a new day.
Last night she felt had been a dream and she unconsciously thanked whatever gods were on her side for making it so. Being the object of affection of the past wasn’t part of her wanting to start a new life away from the pain and sorrow losing him caused. But she couldn’t help imagining him and his touch.
Shaking her head and making up her mind to start the day already she was startled when she felt the rasp of calloused hands on the back of her bare tights. Turning to see what caused it she saw nothing only the picture of her and Hojo’s engagement party, and clucking at herself for being so silly she turned and walked to the bathroom.
For a moment the world tipped and she saw white; white walls and ceiling but not once did she see white silver hair. Blinking out the spots in her eyes she shook off the feeling of vertigo.
Holding on to the wall for support she almost dragged herself to the bathroom. When she made it in she opened the faucet and let the water pour out, splashing her face with cold water to wake herself, she finished washing her face and then her teeth, she dried her face with the towel Hojo had carelessly left of the doorknob and then she turned to inspect the place on her leg where it started to hurt.
The wound was still bleeding and festering horribly. A clock she didn’t own ticked slowly.