"i need some fresh air." she whispered.
her long haired friend nodded in response, but her eyes never left the glow of the screen in front of her.
(32 inches to be exact)
the door closed to the house of players.
her head throbbed beneath her head of curls as she sat perched on the damp steps of the barely lit porch.
oh, how she wished you'd come sit with her.
but you were so far away.
untouchable.
her fingertips belonged to you, but she kept them pressed against her temples in hopes of easing the weight of her golden brain.
she searched for a sound, a distraction from the fire in her head- in her heart.
(when will the pills kick in?)
she'd swallowed 1500mg easy, just like she did the pain.
but was it really the relief of her head she was begging for?
either way, she felt like a child; weak.
but she was ready to be.
-is this the 1500mg or
have i always been weak?
