after the feud, she pads to her bedroom to retrieve her ear buds. this is how she hides from the world, her problems, and a myriad of people she doesn't want to deal with. she escapes to the bathroom, wanting to relapse. you see, she's just over a year clean, but lately the urge has been unbearable. she sits on the cold tile floor wallowing in self pity, until her thoughts are disturbed by her brother, whom she was arguing with moments before. he knocks on the hollow, wooden door "are you okay," she seems to be receiving that question a lot lately. she hesitates, her words caught in an unsteady breath, "yes, I'm fine," she lies. wiping her fresh tears with shirt sleeves that are constantly shielding her hands, she stands from the ground and makes her way to the sink where she will rid her face of any signs of distress. she unlocks the door and returns back to the common area of her household, where her oblivious family resides.
