to move my limbs at all. I feel fucking fantastic, whatever the stuff is, I need more.
I dust the few speckles from the seat and then attempt to stand. I get my first leg up and then it gives way on me, causing me to crash against the floor.
“You okay in there, hun?” I hear a bang at the door and the girly voice sound from the other side.
Sure, ‘cause you really care don't you, you little slut. Nobody is ever bothered about poor old me. “I’m fantastic thanks. I’ll be out in a second,” I say to her.
I try again, using every ounce of strength I house inside me, to get myself from the dirty floor. My head rushes as I stand, making me feel dizzy and high. I unlock the bolt on the door and pull it open. I smile at the petite little emo chick on the other side.
“All yours, sweet cheeks.” I gesture to the stall and then walk across the restroom to the sink to clean my hands and face.
“Look at you, Abbi, you’re a fucking mess.” I talk to myself in the mirror as I wipe the smeared mascara from around my hollow eyes, probably looking like I’m bat shit crazy to every other punter. I can see everyone staring at me, judging me. “Take a picture, would you,” I say looking at the many faces staring at me in the mirror. “Stupid fucking pricks,” I utter under my breath as I run the tap and splash some water to cool my sweat stained face.
They continue to glare at me, their evil eyes focused on my face. “You’re worthless Abbi, you’re just a useless piece of meat, Leighton doesn’t want you. No one will ever want you. Not even your own daddy wanted you.” They begin to laugh at me, at least twelve different faces. “HAHAHA, you stupid cheap whore, will do anything to get what she wants.” The high pitch cackles sever through me, slicing at my soul.
My head is floating somewhere else above me but I can't move, I am stood still. I am watching myself outside of the vessel in which I barely exist. The out of body experience freaks me out.
“Go away, all of you. Just shut up, stop fucking talking!” I scream and try to lift my hands to scrub them away. I manage to lift them, and pound at the mirror with them, hard enough to shatter it everywhere. The sharp shards slice at my hands. “Fuck off, please just leave me alone. Please, someone, help me.” I continue to smash at the glassless wall, the concrete cutting my knuckles. My blood is covering the walls and I am hitting hard enough to split the skin open, relentlessly attempting to rid the noise from my ears.
The voices and people are still here. I can still see them in the wall, even without the glass, I just want them to leave me alone.
“Leighton, Leighton, please baby, help me. LEIGHTON, HELP!” I scream for him. He will know how to help me, he will tell everyone to go away and leave me alone. He always saves me, rescues me, even from myself.
My body begins to shake violently, horrible convulsions spreading through me. I can't stop them, or control them. My body drops to the hard floor, my head smashing against the porcelain sink on the way. I have spit dribbling down my chin, my jaw aching from banging together.
I can still hear them laughing at me. They are gaining ground on me, their feet beginning to kick at the pathetic pile on the floor that is me. A few of them are crouched down poking at me, taunting me to retaliate. I grab at my hair through my shakes, trying to rip it out, trying to stop the noise. “LEAVE ME ALONE, FUCK OFF EVERYONE, PLEASE, LEAVE ME, I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG. I WAS JUST TRYING TO HELP. ARGGHHH.” I scream as nausea rises in my throat, my empty stomach dry heaving, the agonising and tensing feelings flooding through me.
The pain in my head is swamping me; my vision is a huge blur. Tiny speckles of light filter through, dark shadows mixing with the cloudiness in my brain. The darkness coming for me, like it always does. The shadows I see casting me into a total blackness that petrifies my almost
I dust the few speckles from the seat and then attempt to stand. I get my first leg up and then it gives way on me, causing me to crash against the floor.
“You okay in there, hun?” I hear a bang at the door and the girly voice sound from the other side.
Sure, ‘cause you really care don't you, you little slut. Nobody is ever bothered about poor old me. “I’m fantastic thanks. I’ll be out in a second,” I say to her.
I try again, using every ounce of strength I house inside me, to get myself from the dirty floor. My head rushes as I stand, making me feel dizzy and high. I unlock the bolt on the door and pull it open. I smile at the petite little emo chick on the other side.
“All yours, sweet cheeks.” I gesture to the stall and then walk across the restroom to the sink to clean my hands and face.
“Look at you, Abbi, you’re a fucking mess.” I talk to myself in the mirror as I wipe the smeared mascara from around my hollow eyes, probably looking like I’m bat shit crazy to every other punter. I can see everyone staring at me, judging me. “Take a picture, would you,” I say looking at the many faces staring at me in the mirror. “Stupid fucking pricks,” I utter under my breath as I run the tap and splash some water to cool my sweat stained face.
They continue to glare at me, their evil eyes focused on my face. “You’re worthless Abbi, you’re just a useless piece of meat, Leighton doesn’t want you. No one will ever want you. Not even your own daddy wanted you.” They begin to laugh at me, at least twelve different faces. “HAHAHA, you stupid cheap whore, will do anything to get what she wants.” The high pitch cackles sever through me, slicing at my soul.
My head is floating somewhere else above me but I can't move, I am stood still. I am watching myself outside of the vessel in which I barely exist. The out of body experience freaks me out.
“Go away, all of you. Just shut up, stop fucking talking!” I scream and try to lift my hands to scrub them away. I manage to lift them, and pound at the mirror with them, hard enough to shatter it everywhere. The sharp shards slice at my hands. “Fuck off, please just leave me alone. Please, someone, help me.” I continue to smash at the glassless wall, the concrete cutting my knuckles. My blood is covering the walls and I am hitting hard enough to split the skin open, relentlessly attempting to rid the noise from my ears.
The voices and people are still here. I can still see them in the wall, even without the glass, I just want them to leave me alone.
“Leighton, Leighton, please baby, help me. LEIGHTON, HELP!” I scream for him. He will know how to help me, he will tell everyone to go away and leave me alone. He always saves me, rescues me, even from myself.
My body begins to shake violently, horrible convulsions spreading through me. I can't stop them, or control them. My body drops to the hard floor, my head smashing against the porcelain sink on the way. I have spit dribbling down my chin, my jaw aching from banging together.
I can still hear them laughing at me. They are gaining ground on me, their feet beginning to kick at the pathetic pile on the floor that is me. A few of them are crouched down poking at me, taunting me to retaliate. I grab at my hair through my shakes, trying to rip it out, trying to stop the noise. “LEAVE ME ALONE, FUCK OFF EVERYONE, PLEASE, LEAVE ME, I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG. I WAS JUST TRYING TO HELP. ARGGHHH.” I scream as nausea rises in my throat, my empty stomach dry heaving, the agonising and tensing feelings flooding through me.
The pain in my head is swamping me; my vision is a huge blur. Tiny speckles of light filter through, dark shadows mixing with the cloudiness in my brain. The darkness coming for me, like it always does. The shadows I see casting me into a total blackness that petrifies my almost
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