Just let me sleep..
And why would I let you do that. When I can course through your head, through your veins, through every cell in your body. It’s cozy in here. I don’t think I want to leave. But I need more of me in here. So you have to wake up. You have to get more.
But everything hurts…
Despair is the most beautiful comfort we know. Where would you be without us? You don’t want me to let go do you?
No…
Then wake up.
The first sound was the hum of a cheap ceiling fan. It was wobbly, giving that unsettling feeling it would fly right off and decapitate someone. The air was stale and flies buzzed around littered bottles of alcohol. There was a sickly sweet stench in the room without explanation. She tilted her head to the side. Even that hurt. She raised a hand, eying the pale flesh and the intricate drawings that were inked onto her skin. What did they all mean? When did she get them?
Where was she?
Who was she?
She slowly rose to sit up and felt a sudden wave of nausea. She wanted a drink. She wanted another hit. Needed it. She needed to feed Despair. Or Despair would leave her. She couldn’t remember her name, where she was, what year it was. Any of it. She just knew she had just one friend.
“Ugh..” She groaned as she looked around the room. The wall had been dented in as if she punched it. There were a few chairs overturned, a bra tossed haphazardly somewhere. The room seemed like it hadn’t been cleaned in days. Had she been in it the entire time? Her mind was in complete disarray.
@Altaris