-In which a tall and intimidating tattoo artist, wrapped in the inks of tattoos and piercings, a total heartthrob of the town is utterly head over heels and wrapped around the small fingers of the tiny little chaotic cutie who works the night shift...
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When Jennie stirs awake, she can't feel her body. Drowsy with a dulling headache, panic seems to settle in her numb bones. Her days have been starting with the same pattern for weeks now, it seems.
She has a hard time blinking her eyes open, and when she forces them open, she is relieved to see that her head is still attached to her body. The only reason she can't feel it is because it is so immensely in pain.
Last night flit through her head and she instantly wants to close her eyes and stop thinking again.
Heavy with a migraine, her head slowly tilts to the side. She spots the glass of water that was not there last night by her bedside and a note attached to it. Yeri must have left already.
She studies the time and a sigh leaves her lips. It's only four in the morning, meaning she barely slept for an hour or two. Her body stopped giving in to the fatigue a long time ago. Her mind is conscious even in her sleep, and Jennie doesn't remember the last time she slept for long hours simply because she wants to.
Now, sleep only takes her for a couple of hours, long enough that she won't faint from exhaustion during the day.
Getting up from the bed asks more from her than her greedy uncle ever could, and once she is on her feet, she drags her trembling body outside the room and towards the kitchen, Yeri's note clutching her hand.
It says she left the apartment after putting her to bed, and that Jennie should buy some painkillers for herself since she found none in her closet. Jennie is so taken aback by the last sentence that she doesn't know how to react.
She comes to a stop by the entrance of the kitchen, and her dazed eyes run over the mess on the table and the ground. Yeri's cup of now cold chocolate is untouched, while hers is spilled halfway over the counter and onto the ground where Jennie remembers falling.
Her cups were still intact, so there wasn't much to lose there. She moves slowly towards the mess, body protesting for a proper rest as she goes down to clean the area. She dumps the cold beverage in the sink and then gets on her knees to clean the cold floor.
Her hands and knees shake as she moves around the dark apartment, unfazed instincts in full survival mode. She hasn't had a panic attack since the night Jay showed his true colors to her. They always take a huge toll on her body, and this one was quite a big one since she can't remember when Yeri put her to bed.
She must have been out of it.
Jennie usually wakes up around this time because of her classes, so it's no wonder her eyes automatically open. Speaking of classes, she has two of them today. And if she wants to make it to college, she has to start getting ready soon.
Today is going to be her second day back after everything went down with Jay. She mustered up the courage for two weeks and finally attended her classes yesterday, and by the time she finished, her friends were waiting outside for her to show their support.
