Adore wakes up to her empty bedside, and shuffles to her kitchen a sharp pain suddenly hits her head at full force. She pops two pain killers, followed with a sip of water. Once she looks at the clock on the microwave Adore rushes into her bedroom to throw on a pair of sweats, and her favorite misfits t-shirt. The muted girl stares back at herself in the mirror resting on her bathroom door. The feelings from the night before wash over her like a title wave, and she runs her fingers through her hair attempting to not ruin her good complexion with watery eyes, and bloated cheeks.
"Stop it you stupid fuck." Adore whispers to herself followed by a sniffle
"I lost her I fucking lost her." Adore whispers with a hint of anger hidden behind her voice. A crash echos through out the bathroom as the glass shatters from the mirror hitting the ground shard by shard. Alaska opens the door, and meets Adores damp angry eyes, "You're going to be late for rehearsal."
"I'll clean this up." Adore reassures as she wipes away her tears, and sniffles again.
"Don't worry about it I have this."
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Adore walks into the stage room as she wipes away her tears in hopes no one would notice, but of course based on events from the night before a majority of eyes will most likely be on her. She rushes onto stage to meet Mrs Visage.
"Courtney's out sick so I'll go over lines with you." Visage states while walking across the stage to Adore. She looks up from the script to meet Adores sorrowful face.
"Hun, what the matter?" Her face drops instantly, Adore walks up to her teacher and hugs her tightly.
"I'm sorry." Adore chokes out
"I know you hate me, but I really need to talk to someone." Mrs Visage hugs back instantly.
"I may be hard on you, but that doesn't mean I hate you." She reassures whimpering Adore.
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Trixie wakes up to three other snoring people in her ear, and living room, "Oh fuck." She scolds herself as the memories flood back from the night before.
"Ok people wake the fuck up, and get the fuck out of my house I love you all but please get out!" Trixie chants.
"I'm getting out the spray bottle if you fucks don't wake up." She chants again.
A few people wake up from their slumber, and stumble out of her apartment. But still a few lay on her floor, "Water bottle it is then." She exclaims grabbing the water bottle from the kitchen counter, and sprays one last fatigued body laying on her carpeted floo .
"Ok damn bitch I'm out I'm out." Willam whines as he pulls on his shoes, and stumbles out the front door following behind Raja who is currently checking her phone.
Manila sits eloquently on Trixies couch with a cup of coffee in her hand, "I'm guessing I won't be needed here anymore." Manila chuckles
Trixie shakes her head before plopping down next to Manila, "You're always needed girl."
"So what happened with Adore last night? She seemed upset."
Jinkx exhales as the negative emotions rush back into her mind. She begins to feel a tightness in her abdomen, and can't tell if it's the unborn or the tragic backlash of the resentment she feels towards herself.
"Are you alright Tracie?" Manila asks with concern as Trixie hunches forward whining from the sharp pain. Trixie shakes her head, and cries out, "Drive me to the hospital."
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Save Yourself Part 2
FanfictionThis is Part two of Save Yourself and it'll be mainly focused on Jinkx as the main Character. It's update once a week.
