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Post by khaleese jameson on Jan 16, 2014 20:17:06 GMT -5
I shrug when he speaks and stop when I find nothing else. My mind keeps racing as my breath quickens before I sit on the bed with my head between my hands. Mark walks from the room and I can hear him picking up the wine and I slowly get up, leaning against the door frame with my eyes closed once I get there. "Put the...bottle...down," I barely mumble, falling to my butt soon after and trying to calm my breathing. My fingers run through my hair before I feel something wet on my cheek and stick out my tongue to taste it before noticing it was tears. Why was I crying? There was no reason that I knew of for me to cry.
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Post by mark ruhen on Jan 16, 2014 20:25:46 GMT -5
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"I don't think so," I reply snarkily, shaking my head as I take a swig from it. My brow creases as Khaleese sits down hard on the floor, her head in her hands. "What's wrong?" I ask softly, a hint of concern in my voice. I walk over (more like stumble) to couch down in front of ehr, setting the bottle down beside me as I take her hands in mine to see the tear stains down her face. I frown, bringing ehr hands to my face to kiss them hesitantly, not sure what was going on with her.
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Post by khaleese jameson on Jan 16, 2014 20:33:46 GMT -5
I hear Mark move closer though my eyes are too heavy to open. He speaks and I think about it for a second before he takes my hands and kisses them. "Been with...out medicine...dark," I whisper before feeling my body fall against him since he had my hands. It was dark and I felt cold yet I knew it was my fault for not taking my medicine since last week. I couldn't control my body but I knew I could speak if I tried hard enough. Everything was getting darker and I didn't know how to react until it came to me. Something my ex had done for me each time this happened that actually got me able to react for an hour or more. "Water...ice," I say, though I'm not sure if I actually made the words verbally or if they were just something I was thinking.
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Post by mark ruhen on Jan 16, 2014 20:40:56 GMT -5
licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
Her broken sentence only confuses me even more and I shake my head a bit, not getting what she was trying to tell me. My thumb runs over the back of Khaleese's hand in a comforting manner and I bite my lower lip, shrugging as she mumbles something about water and ice. "Water? Uh, okay," I repeat, letting her hands go to get to my feet and rush into the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cabinet to stick it under the tap and stick ina few ice cubes from the freezer. "Here you go," I coo, squatting down in front of ehr as I offer her the glass.
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Post by khaleese jameson on Jan 16, 2014 20:48:20 GMT -5
I listen as Mark leaves before coming back with a glass of water and taking a sip. I down most of the glass within a minute before leaning back against him and taking deep breaths. A few moments of silence stretch between us before I'm slightly able to open my eyes and I huff. "You got Tylenol?" I ask, looking at him as I sit back up, obviously very dizzy. I try not to act it as I stand up and almost fall when I make it to the door frame. I knew it was bad for me to try walking right now but he wanted me to leave earlier and I didn't want to be a burden. "Never mind. I'll get some when I get to my dorm," I mumble as I step out of the dorm before almost falling and catching myself on the couch with a cough. Fuck anxiety attacks.
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Post by mark ruhen on Jan 16, 2014 20:54:15 GMT -5
licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
My slightly glazed over blue eyes search her face as she downs most of the glass, a soft sigh passing from my lips. "Yeah, one second," I reply absently, nodding as I get to my feet, leaning against the doorframe before pulling the tylenol out of the emdicine cabinet, glad Khaleese hadn't dumped these too, thinking they were something else. I take one out and return, huffing as I watch her get to her feet. "You're not going anywhere," I slur, wrapping an arm around her waist to steer her back into my bedroom, sitting her down on the edge of my bed. "Take this," I order, handing her the tylenol before picking the unfinished glass of water off the floor to offer it to her.
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Post by khaleese jameson on Jan 16, 2014 20:59:58 GMT -5
I look up as he comes back with the Tylenol and huff, taking it from him afterwards. There went my chance at cutting. I take the water, tossing the pill in my mouth before swallowing it with a sip of water. "Just let me go. I don't want to bother you any more than I have," I say, looking down at my hands. I knew that if I stayed, I probably wouldn't be able to get myself unattached from Mark. He wanted me to leave and move on earlier and I knew that it was only because of my attack that he was keeping me but if I left, it would be easier on both of us in the long run.
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Post by mark ruhen on Jan 16, 2014 21:05:36 GMT -5
licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
"You're not bothering me," I protest softly, reaching over to brush her hair out of her face. Some part of me had a feeling I was at a crossroads, and one path lead somewhere very different from the other. I had to chose, though it seemed like such a small thing for my future to hinge on. "Please stay," I mumble, glaring at the wine bottle that sat, abandoned, on the floor at the entrance to my bedroom. I didn't want to be alone, not right now, and I didn't want Khaleese to be alone. What if she fell down the stairs and no one knew until the morning? How would I make it through the night, drink myself into obvlivion like last night? I was realizing drinking and drugs were an endless, vicious cycle, and I needed to get out of it.. but it'd be hard.
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Post by khaleese jameson on Jan 16, 2014 21:10:23 GMT -5
His hand moves to brush my hair from my face and I lean my head against it unconsciously before looking at him as he spoke again. I look down afterwards before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him close to me. "Fine. Sorry for being an uptight bitch," I say, trying to make a joke out of the moment though I most likely failed. My hands trail down Mark's arms as I look at the wine bottle and sigh. We both had enough for tonight, I was pretty sure of that. My head goes to his shoulder as I begin breathing heavily again and I huff, trying to calm it with success after a few minutes.
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Post by mark ruhen on Jan 16, 2014 21:18:37 GMT -5
licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
A hesitant smile crosses my face as she wraps her arms around my neck to pull me closer to her. "You're not an uptight bitch, that's like calling me a sober gentleman," I agree, trying to be funny, though I knew it probably wouldn't work. Khaleese's head rests on my shoulder and I turn to my head to press a kiss to her cheek, taking the washcloth off my neck- I was surprised it hadn't fallen off yet. "Can we go to sleep, tomorrow's Saturday," I ask hopefully, wrapping an arm loosely around her waist. "You can have one of my shirts or something," I add, shrugging my bare shoulders.
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