disappointment
Owen woke up, alone, with a throbbing sensation gnawing at his core and a headache chewing his temples to confused shreds. How had he gotten home after the fair? The gaps in his memory were more infuriating than the situation with Tosh and Kara.
It was as if the mere thought of what happened shot spines of pain into his eyes and he doubled over, clutching at his head. But that was the beauty of the realization -- Owen couldn't remember having anything to drink last night. And yet there was a gap between 6PM and 9AM.
No nightmares. Nothing.
This was beginning to seem wrong.
First thought; go to the nightstand and pick up your phone. Call Tosh because she --
-- she hates you.
Second thought; throw the phone against the wall.
-- hope it still works.
Third thought; call Jack.
-- don't know Jack's number.
Owen had never felt this useless before. He was trapped and no one wanted to help him. Maybe he really was dead - and this hell was his atonement. A hell where even Tosh didn't seem to care.
Now there was something inside of him and he could feel it moving beneath his skin, in the far reaches of his mind. Dark and malevolent. Owen felt his head drop into his hands pathetically.
"I've fucked up big time."
It was as if the mere thought of what happened shot spines of pain into his eyes and he doubled over, clutching at his head. But that was the beauty of the realization -- Owen couldn't remember having anything to drink last night. And yet there was a gap between 6PM and 9AM.
No nightmares. Nothing.
This was beginning to seem wrong.
First thought; go to the nightstand and pick up your phone. Call Tosh because she --
-- she hates you.
Second thought; throw the phone against the wall.
-- hope it still works.
Third thought; call Jack.
-- don't know Jack's number.
Owen had never felt this useless before. He was trapped and no one wanted to help him. Maybe he really was dead - and this hell was his atonement. A hell where even Tosh didn't seem to care.
Now there was something inside of him and he could feel it moving beneath his skin, in the far reaches of his mind. Dark and malevolent. Owen felt his head drop into his hands pathetically.
"I've fucked up big time."