Exit Post
[ooc: After this nightmare.]
Kim comes downstairs and sits at the Bar. Her jaw's clenched to keep her teeth from chattering and she orders a cup of coffee, wrapping her hands around the mug when it arrives, but not drinking any.
'Please let me see the door, please let me see the door, please let me see the door' she thinks, closing her eyes, praying almost.
She lets out a shaky breath and opens her eyes, turning and expecting just a blank wall.
Instead, she sees a door. The door.
"Paper, pen..." she whispers, and a piece of paper and a pen appear on the surface.
Everyone -
I have to leave. I'm sorry. Not safe.
After a moment she adds:
Not anyone's fault. - Kim
There's more she wants to say, more she should say, but her body's still in fight or flight mode and it's the middle of the night, and she can't put her thoughts into words.
On the back, in quick movements, she writes a list of people that should get the note, puts down the pen, and both vanish.
Last time she saw the door, she left and entered a personal hell. But she can't imagine that future being worse than her new fate, and she's willing to take her chances.
She stands and walks to the door, her heart beating almost double time and yet to anyone watching she seems calm as she turns the knob, opens the door, and steps back into her reality.
Kim comes downstairs and sits at the Bar. Her jaw's clenched to keep her teeth from chattering and she orders a cup of coffee, wrapping her hands around the mug when it arrives, but not drinking any.
'Please let me see the door, please let me see the door, please let me see the door' she thinks, closing her eyes, praying almost.
She lets out a shaky breath and opens her eyes, turning and expecting just a blank wall.
Instead, she sees a door. The door.
"Paper, pen..." she whispers, and a piece of paper and a pen appear on the surface.
Everyone -
I have to leave. I'm sorry. Not safe.
After a moment she adds:
Not anyone's fault. - Kim
There's more she wants to say, more she should say, but her body's still in fight or flight mode and it's the middle of the night, and she can't put her thoughts into words.
On the back, in quick movements, she writes a list of people that should get the note, puts down the pen, and both vanish.
Last time she saw the door, she left and entered a personal hell. But she can't imagine that future being worse than her new fate, and she's willing to take her chances.
She stands and walks to the door, her heart beating almost double time and yet to anyone watching she seems calm as she turns the knob, opens the door, and steps back into her reality.