Too hot! Ugh. The knob squeaks as I turn the hot water down a bit and
resume my position on the floor of the tub, knees pulled up to my chin. Air
swooshes into my lungs through my lips. Shush... Don't be too loud. Sobs
rip through me, diluted tears drip down my face, some dripping onto my
bottom lip and into my mouth. My nose is runny too, but no matter.
Everything will wash down the drain. Away, away.
There's a nice big bruise forming on my knee. I think I walked into something.. I forget. I love bruises. I think they are so interesting and kind of beautiful. They're kind of like memories you can only hold on to for so long until they turn from purple or black, to brown, then finally to yellow, slowly fading away. Just like my tears down the drain.
Forget about it, Paige. It doesn't matter. She's probably just having an off day... But maybe not. Maybe this is the last straw and I have finally hit a dead end with Phoebe. I've annoyed her beyond reconciliation. I could always ask her. Hey, uh, Pheebs? Do I irritate you? Oh, no reason. I was just wondering...
Yeah, right Paige. I sob a bit more, stopping briefly when I get a little too worked up, my voice getting caught up in it. Don't be too loud. They'll hear you and knock, asking what's wrong.
They should know.... I want them to know. Maybe they'll try and tell me if I am being annoying or something, like that time I was pretty sure what I was going to say was obnoxious and it was and Phoebe just looked at me and told me to shut up, a soft smile on her face. I couldn't help but smile back. I did deserve it, after all.
Oh, shit... Is someone coming? Stop crying. Right now. There is no dull pound on the door. Whoever it was was just passing by. I might as well get out of the shower anyways, or they'll suspect something.
Wow. I think this is the most awfully pathetic I have ever looked. My eyes are so red and my nose and cheeks as well...
The hallways is empty. Good. My damp feet slap a bit on the hardwood, carrying me to my room where I close and lock the door. That was close.
"'Night, Paige!" Phoebe's voice echoes down the hallway from her room.
My voice is clear and unwavering in reply, "Goodnight, Phoebe!"
There's a nice big bruise forming on my knee. I think I walked into something.. I forget. I love bruises. I think they are so interesting and kind of beautiful. They're kind of like memories you can only hold on to for so long until they turn from purple or black, to brown, then finally to yellow, slowly fading away. Just like my tears down the drain.
Forget about it, Paige. It doesn't matter. She's probably just having an off day... But maybe not. Maybe this is the last straw and I have finally hit a dead end with Phoebe. I've annoyed her beyond reconciliation. I could always ask her. Hey, uh, Pheebs? Do I irritate you? Oh, no reason. I was just wondering...
Yeah, right Paige. I sob a bit more, stopping briefly when I get a little too worked up, my voice getting caught up in it. Don't be too loud. They'll hear you and knock, asking what's wrong.
They should know.... I want them to know. Maybe they'll try and tell me if I am being annoying or something, like that time I was pretty sure what I was going to say was obnoxious and it was and Phoebe just looked at me and told me to shut up, a soft smile on her face. I couldn't help but smile back. I did deserve it, after all.
Oh, shit... Is someone coming? Stop crying. Right now. There is no dull pound on the door. Whoever it was was just passing by. I might as well get out of the shower anyways, or they'll suspect something.
Wow. I think this is the most awfully pathetic I have ever looked. My eyes are so red and my nose and cheeks as well...
The hallways is empty. Good. My damp feet slap a bit on the hardwood, carrying me to my room where I close and lock the door. That was close.
"'Night, Paige!" Phoebe's voice echoes down the hallway from her room.
My voice is clear and unwavering in reply, "Goodnight, Phoebe!"