See You On The Other Side

The Fall

You know when you wake up from a really long bender. Those first moments when your eyes flutter open you have that feeling that you are truly dead. A zombie about to break out of their cage you sit up trying to hold last nights dinner down. A few deep breaths, a rub of your eyes and you're up. Quickly grabbing onto the first thing you stumble into, you steady yourself and take another deep breath. Ears are starting to ring and the double vision sets in, you know it's a matter of time before the head ache screams to life. Finally after what feels like the longest journey of your life you are at your destination. The Bathroom.

Slowly you look up and realize the person in the mirror is not who you were last night. Dark circles under the dark eyes to match, crackled lips in desperate need for some Chapstick, and the shirt of the stranger you brought home the night before is actually backwards. Hands slowly climbed into the untangle able mess of what was once wavy blonde hair trying to sort it out a bit. Trying to come back to life you turn the sink on in front of you, and like ripping a band aid off you smash your face with freezing cold water. The shock sending the nights events zooming through your brain carving out a nice trench for the newly created headache.

Trying to concentrate on your next moves you don't know what to do. Do you quickly pick up your clothes, dress as quietly as possible and make a break for it? Or do you shower, dress, look your best and hope that you landed yourself a nice doctor? With your already given history option two would never happen so a date and ditch is in order. Once clothed and shoes in hand (they can wait till you are outside), you take one last glance around to make sure not a trace is left before slipping out the front door. You made it, you came back from the dead, left your mark, and no one knew the wiser.
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Leaning against the wall of the motel Jo slid her boots back on she her eyes plainly adjusted to the bright ass sun looming above her. Had to be past noon, which was gonna get her shit from Pete. Groaning softly she shielded her eyes as best as she could quickly making it across the gravel lot, coughing a bit she opened the back door of the bar letting it shut quietly behind her. After just sneaking out on her overnight stay, sneaking into work should be a breeze. Fixing her shirt and patting her cheeks a bit she made her way down a small hall and into the wide open space of the main bar room.

"You're 40 minutes late.." A deep husky voice came out from the corner of the room. "'Member what I said last time 'bout being late?" Sighing Jo turned around looking at the owner of The Mudflap. A tiny road dive that she had been their cute waitress for the last year. "Pete we both know that I can be two hours late and still have my job." Frustrated Pete slammed his fist on the table, his features still hidden in the shadows as he normally was. "Damnit Harvelle! One of these days you are gonna be out on your ass with no where to go but where you came from!" He bellowed quickly waking back into the kitchen area of the bar.

Standing there she watched him leave, her face blank. She didn't know how to answer that, not that she needed to it really wasn't a question. Yet she did have questions, how was she supposed to go back to where she came from to start. She tried dying, three times already and that didn't work. Her friends wouldn't be much help, and her family.. Well if they knew she was around maybe they would. All in all the only thing she could think about was how much her life was like a one night stand. The fall from heaven is the aftermath of a good night out, just nothing but pain, insecurities, and questions about your actions leading up to this point. The rest of the time you are constantly trying to not make the same mistakes again, but sometimes you really don't have a choice.

Reaching behind her, she slid a hand in her back pocket removing a folded white napkin. This is the real kicker of the whole night. Do you fight all the muscles in your body telling you to toss out that paper, or do you look down, pick up the phone, and dial. Shaking her head, the phone was in her hand hitting the button before she even was conscious of what her body was doing. "Hello? Is someone there?" The voice on the other line spoke, it was a male and he sounded worried. "Who is this?" He asked again. Opening her lips she squeaked, eyes opened wide she cleared her throat to try again. "Um.. Um.. You gave me this number last night. I think, yeah I think I'm ready.." Nodding her head slowly, dark eyes finally looked to the front door of the bar. "I'm at-" she was cut off by the voice on the other end as her eyes did a half roll. "Of course you're here.." Hanging up the phone she looked up when the bell above the door rang as it was opened.