The sun was washing the sky at this time.
She wasn't under covers, didn't change her clothes from last night and hadn't showered. She can't. Seeing herself, walking, counting the breaths it was too much to try and handle.
So instead of ridding herself of him, she soaked in what he was. She felt like absolutely nothing, like doing nothing what-so-ever. Too bad life doesn't feel the same way.
Instead the sun rises every morning, the moon sets every night and people breathe everyday.
Not even for a Waldorf does the world stop.
___
After hours of staring at the ceiling and analyzing every crevice of the molding, sounds started coming from the hallway. The sounds were bouncing off the layers of the thick walls. She got an awkward feeling in her stomach, nothing like last night, almost the feeling of relief. She flinched at the thought of last night and waited for the heavy footsteps to come to a conclusion. The sound stopped, she swore that behind her door she could hear shaky breaths that were paced precisely.
She waited, after an amount of time passed by, the breaths deafened completely and everything around her fell silent once again. The ceilings took her full concentration away for a second time around.
Oh how stupidly fascinating those ceiling were.
It was just a distraction, it helped to stop the train of thoughts that wanted to come off the tracks and slam into her mind. She didn't want that. She much rather preferred blocking things out. It's better then the real world she thought....much better.
"MISS BLAIR!"
Oh shit. The real world is seriously sucking right now.
Blair waited to see if Dorota would just leave her alone, maybe if she didn't say anything Dorota would leave her to be. She was hoping for a miracle.
"MISS BLAIR!"
Nope, no miracle. She knew Dorota was at the door now, waiting; and she would wait until the end of earth for her to reply. The problem was Blair couldn't find her voice, if she could she would tell Dorota to leave, and that she wanted to stay in bed all day.
That she wasn't feeling good, but nothing wanted to come out for her. She started feeling a horrible burn in her throat and desperately needed water. It felt like she had been drinking sand for a good few days. She rushed for the bathroom, almost crashing to the floor; it was like she forgot how to use her legs properly. This most likely had something to do with the fact that she has been wide awake for a good 12 hours, maybe more without moving. So her legs were numb and useless. Luckily she caught the door's handle before her body could collapse to the ground.
____
The door's handle turned underneath her shaky hands. When the door opened and revealed a cold tiled, almost sparkling room. It made her feel queasy. That probably had something to do with not moving for so long and from how gross she felt. Seeing something clean and un-touched was sickening. The toilet looked inviting right now, but she didn't think she could make it that far without having something to grip for the journey over to the welcoming bowl.
Also, her throat was dying for water; heaving and stressing her throat dry wouldn't help the thirst. The sink was right besides her, it was practically grazing her left arm, and she could grip the sink's edges to stay balanced. She ignored grabbing one of the cups and lowered her head underneath the faucet, so she could have the water rush over her throat, that cold, crisp water. She finally turned the sink off and wiped her mouth dry with the back of her hand. A small sigh of relief left her lips.
After getting rid of her desert thirst, the feeling in her legs was coming back too. She released her grip of the sinks edges, and slowly raised her head. When she reached the mirror and an unfamiliar girl's gaze, that almost looked like her, but with ripped clothes, untamed greasy hair, and water leaking from her eyes. The girl looked pitiful, sickly and if it's possible, broken. The color in her eyes looked faded. It was sad, Blair knew what she was looking at, and it was hard to realize the girl in the mirror could be the girl that only a day ago smiled and never allowed her hair to be a strand out of place. Who always had a devilish sparkle in her eyes. It was like watching a horror movie, seeing the girl in the mirror. Seeing her, seeing Blair Waldorf.
Blair did the only thing she knew to do, lunge for the toilet and pour it all out. Even after shoving her fingers repeatedly down her throat and trying to heave something up. Nothing came, there was nothing. Nothing to pour out.
No relief.
____
"Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all."
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TBC…
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A/N:Not written by me!Found on fanfiction.net and loved it!Hope you did too! =)
XoXoxOxO
~Abby~
She wasn't under covers, didn't change her clothes from last night and hadn't showered. She can't. Seeing herself, walking, counting the breaths it was too much to try and handle.
So instead of ridding herself of him, she soaked in what he was. She felt like absolutely nothing, like doing nothing what-so-ever. Too bad life doesn't feel the same way.
Instead the sun rises every morning, the moon sets every night and people breathe everyday.
Not even for a Waldorf does the world stop.
___
After hours of staring at the ceiling and analyzing every crevice of the molding, sounds started coming from the hallway. The sounds were bouncing off the layers of the thick walls. She got an awkward feeling in her stomach, nothing like last night, almost the feeling of relief. She flinched at the thought of last night and waited for the heavy footsteps to come to a conclusion. The sound stopped, she swore that behind her door she could hear shaky breaths that were paced precisely.
She waited, after an amount of time passed by, the breaths deafened completely and everything around her fell silent once again. The ceilings took her full concentration away for a second time around.
Oh how stupidly fascinating those ceiling were.
It was just a distraction, it helped to stop the train of thoughts that wanted to come off the tracks and slam into her mind. She didn't want that. She much rather preferred blocking things out. It's better then the real world she thought....much better.
"MISS BLAIR!"
Oh shit. The real world is seriously sucking right now.
Blair waited to see if Dorota would just leave her alone, maybe if she didn't say anything Dorota would leave her to be. She was hoping for a miracle.
"MISS BLAIR!"
Nope, no miracle. She knew Dorota was at the door now, waiting; and she would wait until the end of earth for her to reply. The problem was Blair couldn't find her voice, if she could she would tell Dorota to leave, and that she wanted to stay in bed all day.
That she wasn't feeling good, but nothing wanted to come out for her. She started feeling a horrible burn in her throat and desperately needed water. It felt like she had been drinking sand for a good few days. She rushed for the bathroom, almost crashing to the floor; it was like she forgot how to use her legs properly. This most likely had something to do with the fact that she has been wide awake for a good 12 hours, maybe more without moving. So her legs were numb and useless. Luckily she caught the door's handle before her body could collapse to the ground.
____
The door's handle turned underneath her shaky hands. When the door opened and revealed a cold tiled, almost sparkling room. It made her feel queasy. That probably had something to do with not moving for so long and from how gross she felt. Seeing something clean and un-touched was sickening. The toilet looked inviting right now, but she didn't think she could make it that far without having something to grip for the journey over to the welcoming bowl.
Also, her throat was dying for water; heaving and stressing her throat dry wouldn't help the thirst. The sink was right besides her, it was practically grazing her left arm, and she could grip the sink's edges to stay balanced. She ignored grabbing one of the cups and lowered her head underneath the faucet, so she could have the water rush over her throat, that cold, crisp water. She finally turned the sink off and wiped her mouth dry with the back of her hand. A small sigh of relief left her lips.
After getting rid of her desert thirst, the feeling in her legs was coming back too. She released her grip of the sinks edges, and slowly raised her head. When she reached the mirror and an unfamiliar girl's gaze, that almost looked like her, but with ripped clothes, untamed greasy hair, and water leaking from her eyes. The girl looked pitiful, sickly and if it's possible, broken. The color in her eyes looked faded. It was sad, Blair knew what she was looking at, and it was hard to realize the girl in the mirror could be the girl that only a day ago smiled and never allowed her hair to be a strand out of place. Who always had a devilish sparkle in her eyes. It was like watching a horror movie, seeing the girl in the mirror. Seeing her, seeing Blair Waldorf.
Blair did the only thing she knew to do, lunge for the toilet and pour it all out. Even after shoving her fingers repeatedly down her throat and trying to heave something up. Nothing came, there was nothing. Nothing to pour out.
No relief.
____
"Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all."
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
TBC…
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
A/N:Not written by me!Found on fanfiction.net and loved it!Hope you did too! =)
XoXoxOxO
~Abby~
