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Stitchwork
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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
688
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Stitchwork
This steady pulsing rythym of the music moved her body in a twirl. She swung her head back and forth, just begininng to feel the effects of the drugs. With her friend by her side, she sat down for a drink at the bar.
\"Alice.. !?\", Sara mumbled. \"Am I drunk, honey?\"
Alice swung her head to side to look at her, and shrugged.
\"How the fuck should I k-know.. I\'m just as *hiccup* fucked as you are..!!\"
They both laughed, and clapped their hands, amused by each others lack of brains. Two women drunk, ripped, twisted, stoned.. and FUUCKED UP.
But, nothing had changed. They were still the same people. Two good friends trapped in the twisted grip of a powerful drug that would hold on until the lights went off.
Wonderful.
\"Alice!! Alice, I have to go the bathroom!\" Sara cried.
\"Why the fuck are you telling me, I\'m not your mother,\" Alice said, chuckling slightly.
\"Come with me\" Sara shouted, her voice overriding the music for a breif moment.
Alice rose up from the stool she was sitting on, and put her feet back down on the ground. From there, she began walking in behind Sara, being very careful where she waved her hands. For some reason, she couldn\'t stop dancing, no matter how hard she tried.
Sara opened the bathroom door, and proceeded to an empty stall.
Alice waited outside, and found herself staring at her reflection in the dirty, cracked mirror before her. Hey eyes were playing tricks on her, and so was the acid. It struck powerfully in waves numbness, and finally seeped through the skin, and down to the bone. All over her body she felt little stings like thin little needles piercing her skin, or maybe it was just cold.
The she heard the sound of vommiting coming from the cubicle next to the one Sara had went to. This made her want to wretch as well. She opened her mouth, and held her throat almost as if she were gagging herself..
The, out came the previous mornings breakfast. It was disgusting, but it to come out, one way or another.
Thin a loud noice from outside the door filled the room with noise that hurt her ears to listent. She cuffed her hands over her ears, trying hard to ignore the chaotic roar, and the sound overwhelmed her, and put her in a trance like state of mind.
Then, the door opened, and a stranger came inside the bathroom. She glanced up to see who it was, but they had pulled the rim of their hat over their face to where you could not see their description.
And then.. there was a loud thud.
\"Alice.. !?\", Sara mumbled. \"Am I drunk, honey?\"
Alice swung her head to side to look at her, and shrugged.
\"How the fuck should I k-know.. I\'m just as *hiccup* fucked as you are..!!\"
They both laughed, and clapped their hands, amused by each others lack of brains. Two women drunk, ripped, twisted, stoned.. and FUUCKED UP.
But, nothing had changed. They were still the same people. Two good friends trapped in the twisted grip of a powerful drug that would hold on until the lights went off.
Wonderful.
\"Alice!! Alice, I have to go the bathroom!\" Sara cried.
\"Why the fuck are you telling me, I\'m not your mother,\" Alice said, chuckling slightly.
\"Come with me\" Sara shouted, her voice overriding the music for a breif moment.
Alice rose up from the stool she was sitting on, and put her feet back down on the ground. From there, she began walking in behind Sara, being very careful where she waved her hands. For some reason, she couldn\'t stop dancing, no matter how hard she tried.
Sara opened the bathroom door, and proceeded to an empty stall.
Alice waited outside, and found herself staring at her reflection in the dirty, cracked mirror before her. Hey eyes were playing tricks on her, and so was the acid. It struck powerfully in waves numbness, and finally seeped through the skin, and down to the bone. All over her body she felt little stings like thin little needles piercing her skin, or maybe it was just cold.
The she heard the sound of vommiting coming from the cubicle next to the one Sara had went to. This made her want to wretch as well. She opened her mouth, and held her throat almost as if she were gagging herself..
The, out came the previous mornings breakfast. It was disgusting, but it to come out, one way or another.
Thin a loud noice from outside the door filled the room with noise that hurt her ears to listent. She cuffed her hands over her ears, trying hard to ignore the chaotic roar, and the sound overwhelmed her, and put her in a trance like state of mind.
Then, the door opened, and a stranger came inside the bathroom. She glanced up to see who it was, but they had pulled the rim of their hat over their face to where you could not see their description.
And then.. there was a loud thud.