I... I don't know what have I done with this chapter, but let's call it progress... I guess?
Taylor grunted at the brightness outside her eyelids, turning on the warm sheets and blocking the sun rays with her forearm unconsciously, wanting to go back to the calm tide that was being asleep. A wave of pain crushed her when her forehead contacted with the wound, making her gasp and open her eyes wide, withdrawing her arm from the contact of her face like it was on fire. Bright, everything was so damn bright, and she feared she was still dreaming. The numbing sensation on her arm told her otherwise though. Dizziness spread at her brain like a herd of termites at the sudden movement, making the corners of her vision black and blurry, her head pounded back to the pillow, not without earning another soft whine from her throat.
Taylor closed her eyes lazily again, not wanting to face another day again. She stayed silent, becoming aware of her surroundings slowly, she could hear soft snores, sheets turning in movements still caught up in the slumber of her roommates, the incessant sputter of birds outside and the whisper of the wind against the window. The window which curtain was wide open, the window facing her bed, the window responsible of all the miseries sailing in Taylor's deprived state of awareness. The wound in her forearm was killing her, Taylor wasn't sure in which moment of the night the first jab of pain hit her, but she couldn't go back to sleep in hours, trapped in a state of half consciousness that left her completely exhausted, it was like fever, she wasn't sure what was real or what was not, in the middle of the night she was sure the wound was bleeding, she was sure of not being able to move to stop it, but now, at the light of a brand new day, the sheets were still cynical white, her bandages were perfectly put, and her forearm was clearly not raw. I need coffee.
The sound of distant trumpets echoed in the air, earning an immediate response of the girls curled in their beds, incoherent mumbles and grunts, followed by the sound of friction of sheets and blankets that stirred the calmness of the morning. Taylor smiled fondly when she heard Selena mumbling nonsense in spanish and Martha wildly stretching, making her arms and feet emerge from the rectangular bed.
Taylor stood up suing her good arm as support, breathing heavily as her feet touched the cold wooden floor, not welcoming the bitter cold morning air. She let the sheets go, realizing then that she still had a jacket covering her torso.
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Karlie.
Fuck. Fuck. So that wasn't a dream. Fuck. I need to return this. She was completely awake now, not even a ghost of sleep in her eyes. Taylor stood up in quivering legs and made her way to the bathroom after picking up a pair of leggings, a t-shirt with the logo of Captain America printed in it, and another black jacket. Not Karlie's jacket.
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Cara was jumping in her bed. Why was Cara jumping in her bed? She couldn't answer that, but Karlie definitely wasn't in the mood for it. She wasn't really in the mood for anything, her body was sore, her mind was foggy with sleep and she had the feet cold because the blanket wasn't large enough to cover all her body. She dared to open one eye, just to see her hyperactive friend jumping from bed to bed without touching the floor. Karlie sighed at the sight, the rest of her roommates were buried in their respective mattress too, grumbling at Cara disturbing presence.
Flashes of last night passed over her closed eyelids, cold blue eyes and blonde hair plagued her thoughts and Karlie whined loudly remembering it. She couldn't understand it, and now she was trying to convince herself that she didn't want to understand it neither. Nope, she can rot in hell for all I care.
