GREY [on hold]

Sore

"Don't leave me Remington, I love you."
The tall muscular man whispered will holding onto my hand firmly.

"I can't, I have to go," I said nonchalantly.

I stepped up to the edge of the boat, my toes curling around the edge, then I let go of his hand and let myself slip off.

The feeling of me falling woke me up from my dream.

"Only a dream..." I groggily moaned.

I reached over and clicked my phone's home button, illuminating it. I read 5:58, exactly two minutes before my morning alarm went off to get up.

I lifted my head a bit, but emediately layed it back down once the pounding started. My head buzzed and barreled, and the dizziness returned.

Knowing that the medicine that Chase had given me would help the pain go away, I scanning my room for the Walgreens back, trying to keep still.

Once I eyed it on the bean bag only a few feet away from me, I contemplated how I was going to get it without getting dizzy.

I slowly crawled my way out of bed and on the floor towards the crumbled bag. I scrummaged through it squinted my eyes until I found the bottle. I didn't bother looking at the label, I knew Chase had given it to me last night, and told me to take more if needed.

I untwisted the child proof cap and poured out one pill, which ended up being like twenty, so I had to pour all those ones back. I popped the pill in my mouth and didn't bother finding water to swallow it, it was small enough and I got it down alright.

I crawled half the way towards my closet then walked the rest, I looked down and realized I was still in my clothes from yesterday.

All the while, I was trying to brush off what had happened last night, I couldn't think about it right now. And there was nothing I could do to fix it. And I wasn't sure how I felt about Trevor. Of course I should hate him for what he did, but on the other hand, maybe he thought I wanted it.

I shook my head as if it were to rid my mind of those thoughts. My closet sliding door was already open and I scanned my clothes. I wanted to stay home today, but knew my mom wouldn't let me without a logical excuse. And I didn't plan on telling her what had happened, I mean, Trevor didn't actually rape me. So he didn't exactly do anything wrong... Or did he..? Whatever. I don't have time to debate with myself.

I grabbed a pair of light bleached blue jeans that were folded up at the bottoms making them capris. They had some what of a distressed look, a few small tears throughout them. I then grabbed a black simple tank top that fitted my torso tightly. I threw both items on the bed, knowing that I barely put any thought into the outfit and it would be comfy but somewhat cute still.

I peeled off my black skinny jeans and hadn't realized how uncomfortable they were until they were off, I took my white shirt off too and walked towards the bathroom that was connected to my room.

Once my eyes caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I emediately stopped in shock. My hair looked like a bird nest. And I remembered that I hadn't taken off my makeup last night, so my black eyeliner now consumed all of the skin surrounding my eyes.

I looked as if my soul had leaked.

I threw my clothes into a dirty Laundry basket on a near by wall and then went back over to the mirror.

I grabbed some makeup remover wipes out of the top left drawer of my bathroom vanity and leaned in towards the mirror. I wiped, and wiped, and wiped for what seemed like hours, a never ending amount of eyeliner. I finally got the majority off and tossed the many black covered wipes into a trash can next to the vanity.