Sex, Lies, and the Drug Game

Chapter 38

Sandy's POV

I woke up with red puffy eyes I had spent most of the night crying and I tried my hardest not to relive last night escapades. Grace didn't come home last night and my father was asleep on the couch when I got home so I decided that it was a sign to not bother him and made my way to my room where I fell asleep in my regular clothes.

I walked to the bathroom and washed my face. I tried not to think about Pit's face but it was impossible to get the image out of my head. I brushed my teeth and took a long shower, I had to meet Pete at Dalia's apartment today so I could wish Zionna and the others goodbye but I doubt my dad would let me use his car seeing he didn't even get to see me come in.

I put my hair in a tight wet bun and got dressed in loose jeans and a plain white t shirt. I searched around the house for my dad but he was no where to be found. I checked outside and the car was gone so I suppose he went to the grocery store or maybe he started work again today. 

I called Pete but he didn't pick up so I left him a message asking if he could pick me up. 

I ate a small breakfast and looked at the time for the first time since i've been up; 11:30am.

I hated being here alone, it gave me all the time in the world to think and that was the last thing I wanted to do at the moment. My mind wondered to where Pit was and how he was doing. I couldn't believe how the crowd reacted to their once beloved champion and Grace... How could Grace not give two shit's about Pit and only worried about that prick.

Pete called me back at about a quarter to twelve and agreed to pic me up at around 12:30. 

I sat in silence at the kitchen table and waited for Pete to come there was nothing that could keep my mind off of Pit and his injuries.

Dalia's POV

The days went and came now and I had the same routine. Sit, eat when given food, look at the ceiling, eat, sleep. I was losing my sanity just sitting in this damn room. I had finally gotten the courage to try the mystery door just to find it locked so I left it alone. 

 I laid on the bed provided for me and did my daily routine of looking at the ceiling. I was in a deep conversation with imaginary Carla and Sandy when the door knocked and they  slid me my food before closing and locking the door again.

I looked at the plate that lay on the floor in front of the door. they started giving me paper plate and plastic utensils so I wouldn't be tempted to hurt another worker again. A piece of bread and cheese with a slab of some meat were on the plate and I rolled over disgusted. I closed my eyes hoping to fall asleep for the thousandth time today but I couldn't. I had napped for too long and my body refused to rest anymore.

I got off the bed and headed to the bathroom filling the tub with water. I'd busy myself by taking a bath and maybe relax myself too.

The water was hot and I sank down into it slowly. I sat in the bubbles and rubbed my skin over and over. I reminded myself not to rub the skin raw and once again tried to sit still and relax in the tub.

If I killed myself right now would they inform my dad... Was he even looking for me?

I looked at the water contemplating suicide. Could I really kill myself? 

My body sank lower into the water and I breathed in the hot water. My hair was in a high bun and I took it down and redid it again.

I played with the bubbles that floated atop the water. How badly does it hurt to drown oneself?