Hey guys, this is Rollins OneShot. To be honest, I just wanted to do some more descriptive writing, and decided to upload it.
If you recognise it, it's not mine. Enjoy!
She heard a knock on her door and then a voice, "Rollins! Let me in!"
She stood from where she had been sitting and hurriedly threw the blankets from her lounge in to her bedroom. Closing the door, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and swore quietly. The large bags under her eyes and her pale skin gave away that she had not slept. She put the two wine bottles she had consumed in the bin and took a Panadol for her raging hangover. She put the cushions neatly back on the lounge and sighed. She opened the door and retreated to the lounge.
He came into her living room and glanced around. Nothing was out of place, and he found it very unsettling. She had locked herself in her apartment for over two weeks, and it was as if a maid had swept through.
"What are you doing to yourself Rollins?" He asked.
"What do you mean?" She shot back. She wanted him to shut up and go away; the headache that she had taken medication for was threatening to burst through and she wanted peace.
"This. You sitting on the lounge doing nothing. Drinking all night," Fin said. She looked at him and her expression caused him to spit out, "What you thought I didn't know?" She glanced scathingly at the wine glass that had betrayed her and she stared at him, her gaze hard.
"Get the hell out! You know nothing!" She strode away from him, into the bathroom, where she turned on the hot water in the shower, got undressed and got in, letting the water cascade down her back
"Rollins! I'm not going to leave!" He yelled.
"Fuck." She swore under her breath. She knew that he wasn't lying and she was pissed. She turned the hot water up until it was scalding her skin and she winced when she touched it. Even though it hurt, it felt good. She scraped her nails up her burning skin and cried out quietly in pain. Despite this, she did it a few more times. Then she stepped out of the shower and got dressed, putting a long sleeve shirt on instead. She sat on the floor of her bathroom and stared at the floor, wanting to disappear through it. She stood and slowly turned the knob on the door. She stepped into the hallway, feeling the tears slowly make their way down her cheeks. She wiped them away and walked past him into the kitchen. She opened another bottle of wine and poured herself a glass. She put the glass to her lips and drank the whole thing in one gulp.
Fin snatched the bottle from the table, went over to the window and threw it out onto the street, "You need to stop this!"
"Fuck you Fin!" She sat on her lounge and her shoulders visibly drooped. She put her head in her hands and whispered, "Don't you get it? It's the only way I know how to live anymore."
He sat next to her, and placed his hand on her knee. She refused to look at him, so he spoke to the side of her head, "Amanda, I do get it. I've been where you are. And it does get better."
He watched her for a moment, before he stood and walked to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he searched for the water that he knew she kept in there, and poured some into a glass. He walked back to her and put it on the coffee table in front of her. He saw her head move as she caught a glimpse of it and she grabbed it. Smiling her thanks, she drank the water.
When she was done, she took it to the kitchen and put it on her sink. She leant against the sink and watched the park that she could see from the window for a few moments. She raked her hand through her unwashed hair and grabbed a hair band that had been floating around her kitchen for the past three days. She pulled her hair into a messy ponytail and walked back into Fin's line of sight.
"Does it really?" She asked. He nodded.
"It's a hard road Manda, but you can get there."