Tatia rubbed her eyes as she leaned into her chair. She sighed, hands moving down her face as she opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling. She was exhausted. And it showed.
Her hair was oily from lack of showers, and her hands shook from lack of blood. Her clothes were thrown on sloppily. Her button up only half buttoned, and pants unbuttoned and loosely hanging on her hips like they'd been forgotten about.
Her eyes were all that was bugging her, all that was making her like this. she couldn't do certain things because of them. Like showering and taking care of herself properly. It felt as if someone was forcing them into their sockets, and it only became worse and worse as time passed.
An empty book sat in front of her. It was neat. The pages were straight, cream colored, and had golden lining with a leather back. A grimoire. A pen rested next to it, perfectly lined up with the book. Everything around the two items were thrown across the desk.
Her office was a mess. Books were torn up and off the shelves, making her cringe. Lights were shattered and on their sides. The other furniture were flipped on their side or upside down. He had no clear memory of doing this.
Now, though, a pressure was forming from the inside of tatia's chest. She felt as if she were going to vomit. The pressure started to worsen quickly, but she couldn't do anything about it.
Falling onto the floor she let out a painful moan and curled up her eyes closing as she shook, something was happening. Her eyes snapped open when she heard the door open with a loud creak her eyes zeroing in on you a frightened look highlighting her features, sharpening them till she all but lost focus her eyes going black.
