Katyusha filched, slamming her head in to bed head, awaking her from the retched dream .A cry of pain escaped her mouth . Slowly, she sat up while tenderly rubbing her head. The room was pitch black, With her free hand, Kat rummaged around her bed-stand, looking for a switch to brighten the darkness. Bu alas, it was to no avail.
Once more, she had had the extremely painful dream. As much as she tried to forget that day, and the day that followed, the always returned to her somehow, haunting her. Sometimes, like today, it came and a inescapable dream. Other times, she would have flash back when pictures the had escaped the fireplace would resurface. All she wanted was the pain to stop, but it kept returning again and again like a record that would never stop repeating itself.
There was a tiny, quick click, and a all to bright light suddenly shone. Her hand flew over her eyes, shielding them from the all to painful light. "what do ya think ya doin sleepin in this late" An all to irritated voice called. Kat removed her hand to see her beautiful friend, Nessa, looming in the door was with an expression of the purist annoyance. What was she so pissed about?
Kat gave the Scot a blank stare. She had bee sleeping in late? A quick glace at the clock that had been hiding from sight in the previous darkness revealed it was now 11:37 am. "I am sorry" she said, slightly wincing at her own words. After the incident, she had said "I am sorry" so may times she felt sick. It had not even been her fault.
Nessa carefully sat net to Kat on the bed and switched from a look of annoying to a look of worry.
" are ya okay?" she asked, wrapping one of her slender arms around Kat's shoulders. Kat rested her head on one of her friends open shoulders and internally sighed.. No, she was not okay. If anything she was worse than ever before, and that is saying something. Kat hated everything right now. Herself, her life, her way of speaking, everything. All she wanted was for everything to stop.
A dark thought filled her head, one that was not new to her. She could take the gun, the very one sitting in the bottom of her closet, and pull the trigger. It would be so easy, and ended the pain forever. It wasn't like anyone would care to much if she was gone. After the incident, they all left her alone and forgotten, like it was truly her fault. Kat had no one left. Even Nessa, who was right beside her and by far her closest friend, felt like she was universes away.
