dedication: cold autumn nights spent waiting until i see you again
notes: my throat is bleeding...& this chapter is a bit rough ):
notes2: it’s Halloween!
title: not a problem
summary: low, lower, lowest. how far can you sink before you realise you’ve already drowned?
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Crash!
“What was that?” Dana looks over at Annabel, a worried look adorning her features.
The bass of the music continues to thumpthumpthump throughout the abandoned warehouse.
Warehouse parties.
Those are the new thing. House parties long ago abandoned because of the risk of being caught.
Anna shrugs. The glow paint crinkling sickly in her mousy hair as he runs her hands through it.
“It sounded like it came from the the bathroom,”
Dana nods and follows Anna down the hall.
Annabel briefly wonders why they’re following a random noise in a random warehouse party.
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction was definitely overkill.
There’s some things in the world people don’t need to see or find out. What’s behind the wellness centre door is one of those things.
“Hello?” Dana calls out into the now silent room.
Her voice bounces off the walls.
“NO!” They know this voice all too well.
Anna quickly rounds the corner to find none other than Cassie standing in front of the partially shattered mirror.
“Cassandra?” Anna calls out to her. Deaf ears hear the plea.
Cassie screams at her reflection. Her dilated pupils—the left one slightly bigger than the right—dance between herself and Anna in the mirror. She raises her tiny fist and slams it into the glass.
“Cassandra!” Anna screams at her this time, grabbing the blonde girl around the wrist.
Cassie stops for a moment and looks at Anna. She takes in the sadness in her green eyes. She sees the girl who loves her.
“Stop it! Stop it! What are you doing?” Annabel demands answers even though she knows she probably won’t get any.
“I...she—she was...me. Me. My fault. My fault she doesn’t love me,” Cassandra tries to speak but her voice shakes. Her whole body shakes with the stillness of the atmosphere. Cocaine and days without food and whatever other shit she’s forced into her bloodstream rack her body with violent trembles.
“Who doesn’t love you?” Dana asks, only now speaking up. She’d never really gotten comfortable—if that’s what you can even call how you feel around Cassie. Anna handled her so well because they were so alike. Both broken souls wandering for someone to relate to.
“A-annabel. Annabel—she doesn’t love me,” Cassie pulls away from Anna, completely not noticing to the fact that she is standing right there.
Cassie grips the porcelain sinks, staining them red with bleeding hands, “I can’t do this one more day.”
notes3: i finished this nov1
notes4: i’ve mono. yaaaaaaay
