Rosie White, an Art History student working to achieve her life goal of becoming a sought-after local artist. She pours her heart and soul into her art and dreams of falling in love. After Rosie lost her grandma, and with no parents in sight, she se...
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Friday Night
I scoured the fridge, the new fridge, and cupboard today but came up bare, just like I have for the last few days. Unless I wanted to eat curry powder, olive oil and a collection of other condiments, I wasn't finding anything substantial in our apartment.
Things couldn't get any worse.
I haven't eaten in three days.
"Are you alright?" Elijah snaps me from my daze.
"Yeah, why?" I ask, words falling slowly from my mouth.
"You don't look great," he replies, a cloth and glass in hand.
I smile sluggishly, "I'm fine, just really tired."
Elijah remains silent, his eyes searching mine, "Okay, if you need to take five let me know."
I nod and return to the stack of straws and stirrers I'm restocking.
"Rosie, can you get some more Buds from the cellar, I need to make some cocktails for this hen do," Mia asks next to me.
I nod and make my way down the bar, I walk to the corridor where the toilets are, carrying on to the door at the end, leading to the cellar.
I breath in a deep breath and notice my breathing is coming out in slow ragged intakes.
A wave of dizziness hits me like a truck, and I stumble to the side, reaching my hand out to find a surface to steady myself on.
I hold myself there for a few seconds before wiping the bead of sweat from my eyebrow and continuing towards the cellar.
"Shit," I mutter to myself, trying to focus my eyes.
I reach the door and grip it with both hands, my body feeling weaker by the second.
Once I've typed the pin entry code, I push open the door. I grab hold of the handrail for dear life as I descend the stairs slowly.
The basement isn't really a basement. A lower level, concrete walls, and floor with open shelving around housing sprits and boxes of alcohol. I walk down the few steps and flick the light on.
The brightness instantly sending another bout of dizziness through me. I cling onto the rail. My stomach grumbles and churns, causing an uneasy feeling. I grip my stomach in my free hand. I need to sit down. I need to eat.
I raise my hand and grab my hair, pulling it off my back, it's freezing down here but I'm sweating like I'm standing in a sauna.
Goosebumps cover my arms and legs.
I take a step forward, letting go of the rail and instantly regret it when the ground starts swaying beneath me.
I shake my arm around, looking for support but can't focus my senses on my surroundings.
White spots enter my vision and I feel my heart beating so hard in my chest it almost hurts.
I don't feel my body hit the concrete floor, but I know I'm not standing anymore.
I can feel the cold concrete beneath my palm and under my cheek.
My own heart beats are the only thing I hear when my vision turns from blurry white, to complete darkness.
I was wrong, things could get worse.
~Sorry I know it's a really short chapter but I just enjoy leaving you guys in suspense! ;) I'll update tomorrow~
