[obx au] lexi carter

- off figure eight

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I woke up a couple of hours later. I guessed I'd slept only three or four hours because my eyes were still swollen from the crying and I didn't feel rested, at all. I checked my phone: nine o'clock. That was even worse than I thought. I have barely slept two hours. Some of my naps were longer than that.

I was about to go back to sleep when I heard a soft knock on my door. "Mmmh?" I groaned so quietly I didn't even know if the person heard me. But she did. My door opened a little and Joy stepped into the room. She had a sympathetic smile on her face and a plate on her hand. She laid the plate on my desk and even without seeing what was in it due to the dark of my room, I knew what it was. Eggs and bacon. The smell was delicious, as always, but I had no appetite, and I felt like I could throw up if I ate anything.

Without any word, Joy climbed in my bed and leaned back against the wall behind us. I circled her waist with my arms and rested my head on her stomach. She started stroking my hair and that soothed me.

"How did you know?" I asked her, voice dry and throat aching. 

"Sarah told Wheezie, and Wheezie told me." She replied with a soft voice.

That made sense. Then, I remembered that Wheezie had slept here last night, and that it was only nine a.m. so the girls should still be sleeping or enjoying their time together.

"Oh God, Joy, go back with her. I'm okay I swear." I said as I let go of my sister.

"No, no. It's okay, we agreed to meet at Tanneyhill later in the day, so I could stay with you right know." She assured me, rubbing my back gently.

"You sure?" I asked.

I couldn't see her very well because of my curtains closed, but there was enough light for me to see her nod and smile warmly. The simple sight of it made me feel a little better. She wasn't named 'Joy' for nothing after all.

"I don't want to sound rude, especially not right now but..." She spoke. "Maybe a quick shower would make you feel a little better. And your hair would definitely stop stinking weed and alcohol."

That made me laugh a little. "Okay" I said softly as I got up slowly. I grabbed a shirt and a pair of sweatpants in the dresser and made my way to my bathroom. Once there with the light on, I noticed I looked like shit. My hair was a mess, but that wasn't the worst of it. My face looked like a Van Gogh painting. There were black, purple and white marks all over my face. I should've known that water wouldn't be enough to wipe all makeup off my face last night. I don't even want to imagine what my pillow looks like right now.

After cleaning my face, properly this time, I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. The warmth of it made all my muscles relax and I was finally able to take long deep breaths. However, if my body was feeling better, I still couldn't say the same about my mind.