TOXIC

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It seemed as if the days had gone by slower. Like the world was coming to a halt. Everything hurt like hell. Her body. Her mind. Her heart. It felt like she had been stabbed multiple times. Over and over again. And the pain didn't just stop there. It was everywhere she looked, everything she heard. From the love songs on the radio, to the couples walking down the street. It almost seemed as if the world was out to get her.
But that's what it always felt like right?

Crimson rolled on her side, trying to think of ways to call out sick from work today. The hangover from last night was killing her and the thought of even hearing her boss's voice made her cringe. Her boss, who actually was her father, was the sweetest man on Earth. However, she could not tell him she was hungover. She was of the legal age, but even at that; no parent wants a phone call from their child stating that they're hungover. At least, not her dad.

However, that choice was soon gone as her father's name came up on the caller ID of her cell phone. Groaning, she threw her hand out towards her nightstand, grabbing her phone and answering the call.

"Hello?" She said huskily.

"Crimson? You okay honey? You don't sound too good." Her father's worried tone came through the line.

"I just don't feel good today dad. Is okay if I take a sick day?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

"Of course honey. Do you want me to bring you some soup?"

"No no! I'm fine. Besides, you're probably busy with your morning customers," Which she knew was a lie. "I'll just ask Roy to bring me some. I think he's off today."

"Okay Crimson. Take care of yourself, I love you." Her dad said with a hint of cheer.

"I love you too dad and I'll talk to you soon." Crimson said as she hung up. She let out a deep sigh. Waves of pain washed over her head and already she was regretting the decision of rejecting her dad's offer. Dragging her hand down her face, she dialed her friends number, hoping that he'll pick up.

"Hmmm, hello?" The guy spoke through the phone.

"Hey. Its Crimson."

"Well no shit Crims, what's up?"

"I need your help." She said, placing her hand on her forehead.

"Let me guess, you're hung over."

"How'd you know?" She asked, straining to sit up in her bed.

"Because I know you... I'll be over with some Hangover soup and some other stuff." He said with a sigh.

"Thanks. I owe you one." Crimson said as she hung up the phone, dropping in by her thigh. She fell back onto the bed and closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep.

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It was almost as if hours had passed by, by the time Roy reached her apartment. The hard banging on the door was enough to make her head explode. Prying open the door, she looked at her bestfriend who looked like he had just finished a photoshoot.

"Way to make an entrance." Crimson said as he pushed aside her.

"Sorry about the banging. Your crazy neighbor was chasing me up the stairs and honestly; I'm not in the mood to be flirty today." He said as he placed the bags on the counter. Each floor of the apartment building held only a few apartments, that way each apartment could be spacious. The neighbor from downstairs had had a crush on Roy ever since the elevator incident when Crimson moved in. It wasn't that she was bad looking, but the fact that the inside of her apartment looked like a Cat Museum and Roy was allergic, he didn't bother. Not to mention that they were the topic of every conversation she had and that they decorated her clothes made Roy a little uncomfortable.