❛𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄❜ ─── 𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

𝟎𝟐𝟔. 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬

𝟎𝟐𝟔.                   𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬

let her go ──── passenger

☀︎ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

𝖨 𝖥𝖤𝖫𝖫 𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖤𝖯 𝖮𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖣𝖮𝖢𝖪，𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖭𝖮𝖶 𝖨 𝖧𝖠𝖵𝖤 𝖡𝖠𝖢𝖪 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖭．The painkillers have also worn off, so now that throbbing feeling in my hip has returned. To top it all off, my brother is nowhere to be seen. He's not sleeping near me, he's not in his bedroom or the bathroom, and the Twinkie is gone. I don't know where he could be at this hour, but I'm sure he'll be back soon.

I've brushed my teeth and showered, and from what I know, John B still hasn't returned. I tried to call him but my phone is dead, and I can't find the stupid charger. I'm now standing in the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. The cut on my hip is large and red. It looks... gnarly. It's going to leave a scar, I just know it.

I lean forward, reaching for the bandages. "Fuck." I jerk forward from the pain in my hip, knocking over a few things on the sink. I fall forward, hands gripping the sink. "God." The bandages have rolled off the sink and have landed on the floor at my feet, right next to the stinking painkillers.

John B isn't here. I need somebody here. I need somebody to grab these bandages because I cannot, without crying, bend down and grab them.

I press my head against the mirror, mentally cursing out the pain in my hip. I chew down on my bottom lip, fingers gripping at the rim of the sink as I try to remain standing. I've never, ever felt this much pain in my life.

I feel like I've been stabbed.

I hear the door shut outside the bathroom. A sliver of hope crawls up my spine. "John B?" I wince, sucking in a sharp breath.

He doesn't respond, I call out again.

I then hear somebody knocking on the bathroom door. "Sunny?" JJ.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I'm stood in my bikini, my shorts unbuttoned and hanging low. I couldn't find the strength to button them, and I couldn't lift my arms up and over my head due to the excruciating pain in my side.