Twdg | Luke and Nick | idk who to love...

Are you alright...

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping softly outside, the harmonising tune satisfying me. I took me a moment to realise that I wasn't in my own bed, that this wasn't my room, nor my house. I'm not used to this; having nightmare-free dreams when sleeping in unfamiliar places --- it just doesn't happen.

It was only when I lifted my arm to brush away the baby hairs on my face that I realised that something was wrong. My entire wrist was bandaged, a thin layer of red seeping through. My immediate reaction was to open my mouth wide, to which I felt a searing pain creep throughout my cheek. I raised my healthier-looking arm, delicately running my fingers against the bump. I couldn't quite put my finger on it... What could've done this?

And then I remember the rape, the cheat, the very crane that gave me this bruise... All of the memories came flooding back. I should've enjoyed my few moments of bliss... I would do anything to claim it back now. The alcohol did nothing; it had the exact opposite affect on me if anything. I could already feel my brain slowly swelling inside my head as my mind begins to slowly re piece the events and aftermath of yesterda.

I can remember everything that happened, from the moment I arrived to the moment I placed my hands on that drink... But not any further than that. I looked down at my arm, wondering what the hell happened

Did Carver do this? Or maybe it was one of his sadistic, pathetic mates? Or maybe... I did this? Maybe I... No... I wouldn't do that, would I?

I decided to shake off the thought as I slowly climbed out of the bed, trying not to put too much weight on my arm. I waddled over to the mirror, taking a glimpse into the outside world. There was no sun in the sky, but it was bright, a misty foggy white but bright all the same, leaving me wondering as to how long I was actually out for. I gaze out of the windows until my vision becomes blurry and I can sense the slight burn in my eyes. I pull the curtains back, blocking the light, wishing it was as easy to do with memories. And even then, I didn't think it could get worse.

But it was only when I dared to peer in the mirror, to view my what so seemed violated face, that I for once, was truly shocked. My cheek is tainted with a faint but noticeable red. My beautiful dress had been literally ripped to shreds, the bottom bit almost hanging off completely. My hair no longer seemed silky and smooth; it was slowly alternating back to normal, only at an accelerating rate, with bits of fluff and cotton deep in my scalp, which I knew would take forever to get out. I had seemed to age something of ten years, the circles around my eyes darker than the black tar you see in direct sunlight. And upon that I felt tired, rough, unclean and unhappy. I just need need to get home, the sooner the better. Once I'm there I can just take a shower, relax and then dig a deep hole and cry for all eternity.

Aster smearing a bit of foundation here and there, I had finally plucked up the courage to exit the room. The landing was quiet, but the aftermath left would've said anything but. I had to work my way through booby traps, aka, half eaten pizza boxes, spilt coke, broken shards of alcoholic drinks and suspicious looking puddles, which I hope were just traces of water.

The downstairs was almost unoccupied, apart from the odd straggler snuggling in a corner of a room, their backs hunching to make their blankets more effective. I wondered into the kitchen, which was equally just as empty but that just classifies people. If I thought the rubbish upstairs was bad well...

"Hey, you're up." I look up to see Mike. He looked just as exhausted as he wiped his brow with his unoccupied hand. In his other he was clutching a bin bag. And by the rattling noise it made as it was slowly cradled, I could tell that it was almost full.

"Yeah, and this was just from the front porch." He pointed towards the back garden. It looked more like a rubbish dump than then meadows field all gardens should resemble. I observed sympathetically as he sighed once again, abandoning the bin bags and taking a seat on reasonably the most clean looking chair, burying his face in his hand once doing so.