TW || SH
(flash back -->)
Luxe patterned into the living room carefully. She was careful not to awake anyone, her mind racing as the blood dripped agonizingly slow down her wrist. The pain singes, but she continues to carefully pace through the living room towards the bathroom. Tears rolling down her cheeks, she slowly pulls open the bathroom door, and plops onto the closed toilet seat. She feels dizzy.. her eyes fluttering closed.
