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Zavvi rolled over, entangled in sweaty, white sheet. Their screams reverberated around her skull. The blood, the pain, the terror in their eyes. Jesus H. Christ, what had happened to her?
It had never woken her before. Never, even with some of the worst ones - she could just have a drink, pass out & forget. She needed to forget in order to function.
It just wasn't right.
Her hair stuck to her brow, and her throat was dry. My God, it was the worse dream she had ever had. They didn't even feel like dreams anymore. They were her hands holding the knife, her eyes, cold & broken in the mirror, her pleasure as they scrambled around on the floor begging for their lives, drenched in their own warm blood.
No, it wasn't right.
Breathing deeply, Zavvi pulled herself to her feet, her knees felt like jelly. What had happened to her? Since when did she dream about it? Wobbling over to the door, chastising herself for her weakness, she blindly stumbled through the dark living room to the kitchen.
Water. That's what she needed. Cool, fresh water. Cleansing and pure. The sink gurgled as she ran the tap, drinking straight from the spout, feeling the cleaning liquid wash over her damp face.
Rubbing herself dry on the teatowel slung across the table, her eyes adjusted to the pitch black. She could make out the table - but all the empty bottles had gone. Last night's pizza boxes had been removed... It was so clean. She could still hear Greg gently sleeping in the chair in the lounge - it must have been Sara.
That or she had acquired some very tidy burglars.
As she stepped back into the living room, something was most definitely wrong. Very wrong. She could smell it. She could feel the cold draft sending the incense and coppery smell through the flat. Creaking gently was the door to her own space. It was open.
Shit.
It was amazing. Vegas was amazing. Four-fucking-am ,and the bars had still welcomed her in. Just fucking amazing.
Sara stumbled across the darkened dancefloor, the ladies room calling to her. The numerous shots had gone straight through her, and not even done the job properly. She could still see those blood stained walls, the stench of death still inhibited her nasal passages, the coldness of that room still made her shiver. As she came back out of the bathroom and made her way back to the bar, a familiar Texan laugh rang out. Maybe if she didn't look, she wouldn't be noticed.
Dropping another bill on the bar, the young barman slung out another Cranberry and double Vodka.
"You do know it's 7am right?" he asked casually. "You've been here almost three hours. Technically I should refuse to serve you, or you're going to need a liver pump darlin'"
Sara glared. "You- you can refu-refuse to serve me, but I'ma only gonna go to another bar, and tip their barman in-instead now..." Her San Franciscan accent returning to the surface in her drunken state.
Laughing slightly the guy turned to other customers. Boy, that chick must've had a rough night. He thought almost amused to himself.
"Sara? Is that you?" Warrick's deep voice ressonated in her head.
"Oh shit..." She mumbled under her breath. "Hi Mr. Warrick. Oh and Catherine and Nickyyy!" She spun on her chair with a giant smile. "Let me buy you all a drink! Hey Joey, Mr. Barman!"
"Oh boy," Catherine mumbled, "Jesus she's wasted."
"Hey Sara, what'cha doing here doll?" Nicky smiled and slowed down the rotating chair.
"Drinking." was her deadpan reply.
"I know that sweetie, but why are you on your own - I thought Greggo was with you tonight? Don't tell me he ditched you."
Sara pulled away, mumbling to herself. "She lied....I... Greg... ran"
"Wait up there Sar, who lied? Has someone hurt you? Do I need to kick some ass?" Nick wrapped his arms around her slender frame, as Sara started to cry. Turning to Catherine and Warrick, he shrugged. "I'm going to take her home guys. I'm sorry, you two have a good time though."
Catherine looked at Sara's tear-stained face.
"Are you sure Nick, I can take her back while you boys get a drink. I need to be back for Lindsay soon anyway."
Warrick started to speak, but was quickly interrupted by Nick.
"Look guys, I'm going to take her. Seriously have a couple of drinks - you need them more than me, I've only been in the lab today."
Wrapping his arm under Sara he lifted her up and pulled her outside, still sniffling.
"I don't want to go yet Nicky."
"Don't worry Sar-bear. Everything will be all right. I promise." smiling sadly, Nick buckled her in to the passenger seat, and pulled out of the bar.
"Uurghhh... no... just five more minutes..uhhh"
"Greg! Wake up! Fuck!" Zavvi grabbed at his shoulders, shaking him, bringing him to life. "Fuck's sake Greg, wake up!"
Greg rolled out of the comatose sleep, "God's sake Zav, what's up?" he yawned.
"Where's Sara?"
"What dya mean where's Sara," Greg rubbed at his sleepy eyes, waiting for his brain to kick into gear, "How am I meant to know? I thought she was drinking with you?"
Zavvi fell back onto the floor, panic spread across her face, much like a small child.
"Greg, I - I've done something stupid. You should leave now, for your own sake..."
The young man quickly leapt to her huddled form, wrapping his strong arms around her as she started to shake.
"Shhh, hey Zav, it's okay. Just tell me what happened, and we'll sort it out. I promise" His dark eyes absorbed a scared, young girl in Zavvi's body. Never had he seen her this broken.
As Zavvi slowly started to break through the overpowering panic, Greg still held her tight.
"I err - I need to show you something. Something no-one should ever have to see. Please, don't run though. Just - just let me explain."
Something about her tone scared Greg, but right now he hadn't the time to care about himself. Zavvi needed him.
As she stood up, she took his hand and led him to an open door, incense billowing around the frame.
"This is me Greg. The - the real me. I'm sorry."
Greg took in the golden shades of the small room. Furnished as an Arabian den, photos adorned a small table, a deep comfy couch set against the wall covered in cushions, intricately hand-sewn fabrics covered the walls.
"Zavvi, what do you mean you're sorry. This room... it's beautiful."
"This is my detox room. When I need to become myself again. This isn't what I wanted to show you."
She pulled him towards the far corner of the room, where a coppery smell hit his nostrils. Pulling back a piece of fabric, a scarred old door appeared. Pushing it gently, Zavvi closed her soft grey eyes. She could feel Greg stiffen next to her.
"Just- just let me explain please Greg. It's not what it looks like."
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