[=10]She woke up and he was gone.
It had happened a few times before in the past few weeks. However, he’d always be back by morning, and she’d kept herself still by thinking that he’d be happy if she left him alone, and that was how he wanted it, right? But not this time. This time she woke up and there was blood on the sheets.
Her bad leg creaked when she stood up, causing her to stumble. There was a dim glow under the door – the hall light wasn’t on, but another was. As soon as she grasped the door handle, a violent fit of coughing sounded from somewhere in the house. Anxiety flooded her system like water. She continued into the hallway.
It was the bathroom light that was on, but the door was closed. The woman jumped slightly at every retching sound emanating from the room. Her hand found the handle and tired it, only to find the resistance of a locked door. She could have picked it in no time at all, but her better judgment stopped her. Tuna sighed and pulled her hand away.
There was blood on her palm. (
nowsthetimetopanic)
Another fit of vomiting erupted from inside. Her heart clenched and fluttered alternately inside her ribcage.
Wait. Her back cozied up against the wall, and the blonde woman slid down to the floor, crossing her arms over her knees. Tired gray eyes stared straight ahead.
