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Kat
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Date Posted: 10/ 6/13 9:39:44pm
In reply to:
Paige Haley
's message, "..What If.." on 10/ 3/13 10:29:32pm
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What if I'm a weeping willow?
Laughing tears upon my pillow...
What if I'm a socialite
Who wants to be alone?
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God, would he ever stop talking? Every word made her world seem to tilt a little more, made the nausea roil down deep and her gorge rise. She put both hands over her battered face, inhaling, exhaling...counting her breaths, one by one as willed away the sickness. She had to pull it together now...she had allowed herself a moment of grieving, but that moment was all she was getting. No more. She reached out, fumbling to put an end to the icy spray of water as it pelted her skin. It took two attempts for her shaking hands to make the dials work, but she finally succeeded. "I'm fine!" She called out hoarsely, her teeth chattering against each other violently. She eyed the big, fluffy towel hanging on the rod...and good god, did it ever seem to be a mile away!
She braced her hands on the floor of the shower, shakily pushing herself to her feet. She braced her back against the shower wall, wanting to be sure that her legs would support her weight and that her stomach would not betray her again. Slowly, ever so slowly, she made her way to the towel rack...for something so close, it sure took a long time for her to reach. But then, who knew if her perception of time was even accurate? With every muscle in her body aching, with her head pounding, every second seemed like an hour...a lifetime, maybe. When she finally made it, she ripped the towel from the rack and wrapped it around her slim and shivering body. It felt clean and heavenly against her battered flesh, and Kat took a little bit of solstice in that small pleasure. Clean clothes and brushed teeth were her next mission...and maybe when she had those two things down, she would feel halfway human again.
She was three steps forward when she realized that while her purse was in the bathroom with her, her clothing bag was not. And it was on the fourth step that her stomach vaulted violently in her stomach, enough to drive her painfully to her knees in an effort to make it to the toilet. She just barely managed to get the lid up before she retched dryly into the bowl, crying out at the pain of the dry heave. Her stomach tried again to turn itself inside out, but it had long since lost it's contents. Panting, Kat ran her hands through her damp locks and admitted defeat. There was no way she was going to be able to make the journey to get her clothes. So her only option was to spend the night in the bathroom, naked save for a towel and freezing...or ask for help. And while she hated to do it, she was just too damn cold to go without clothes. "Paige?...Paige, please. Please come in here." She called weakly.
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What if I'm a toothless leopard?
What if I'm a sheepless shepherd?
What if I'm an angel
Without wings to take me home?
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