"Ouch, can't believe that I let myself to do this..." she complains, leaning her head against the cold wall. Her breathing almost still, but it was heavy. Echo was curled into a ball on the floor of the bathroom, trying to cool her burning skin. Taking on breath in, letting one breath out, she just stares at the eggshell white ceiling.
Her dark locks practically stuck to her sweaty forehead. Closing her electric crystal eyes, she sighs. Her eyes caught sight of her phone on the counter. It looked like a normal phone but most likely wasn't. Guaranteed that phone was some sort of weapon.
"Goddddd...." she complains, dragging out the word in a whine. Echo hit her head again, against the cool stone. She hated feeling like this. "Why do I ever listen to myself?" she asks a loud, lazily crawling her way to the counter. Blindly, she throws her hand over the edge, feeling around the space for her phone. "Where is it?!" she freaks, getting impatient with her results. She feels around more, trying to frantically find it without getting off the floor.
Eventually, she gets to frustrated. Releasing a huge grunt of frustration, she leans up. Her eyes catch her phone. She grabs it without a second doubt, knocking over some soap. She didn't seem to mind.
She fell back onto the floor of the bathroom, holding her phone above her face. "Let's hope you answer..." she says, typing out a message. She hits send, eagerly hoping he'd answer. Suddenly, the phone slips, hitting Echo square in the face. "OUCH!"
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