Through Ruby Glass

14

Two months.

Two months until the DS project presentation. Myla had been working extra hard this month, and she was almost done. Her dress had only a bit of work to do on the top, and the sleeves.
Everyone was coming into the workshop early morning, and they leave late at night.

It was another one of those nights, it was around 10:34 at night. Only a few people were left in the workshop, most of them having their earbuds in, listening to classical music.
Myla was taking a snack break, with her friends, Elena and Joan.
They were giggling on about some stupid thing Elena did the other day on a date, myla not paying attention to anything, as she was too worried about the project.

She picks up her pins, and pins some fabric on the sleeves, it was looking good so far, and a few more hours of work, and then all she would have to do is sew it. Putting down the pins, picking up her salami sandwich, taking a bite.

"Ugh my fabric isn't pinning down" Elena whined. Myla broke out if her thoughts, glancing at her brunette friend. "You're not using pins big enough, here" myla hands Elena the pins, and she thanks her.
"Well I'm getting tired, I think I'm just gonna go home already" Her classmate, willow says, as she gathers her things, saying goodbye, she leaves the workshop.

Eventually everyone had left, myla all by herself. She couldn't go home, she just couldn't stand the thought of being alone, without having anything to do. Lately her mental health had been really bad, she's been in to much stress with the project, and the professor had put too much pressure on her, since her dress didn't really fit the category. She couldn't stand her thoughts. Keres had told her to see a therapist, but she was reluctant. She felt uneasy, not knowing if she liked the idea of talking to someone about her problems. The only person she ever talked to was keres, but that was it. Not even her own mother.

She decided to put on a bit of music, choosing 'James Arthur. Some people might find it weird to listen to sad songs for focus, but his voice calmed Myla.
She sang along to the lyrics of "naked", as she worked on her dress. As the song came to an end, myla decided to call it a day, and go home. After all she couldn't stay there forever, as the workshop closed at 1:00 am. She put a plain white cloth over her model, and left. She turned off the lights, and closed the door behind her.

She walked down the concrete stairs of the school property. She stopped at the convenience store to collect some stuff, and then got back to the apartment. She unlocked the door,
Stepping inside, fatigue taking over her body. She made her way to the bedroom, and immediately got into bed, to tired to change or do anything else. She drifted off to sleep.

(1:30 am)