Post by Deleted on May 11, 2011 1:17:19 GMT -8
Her hair had been stringy, her face had been red and she looked thin and frail. Ellie had stared at herself in the mirror before turning on the water. She no longer felt sick. Her head was spinning, but not because she had any alcohol in her system. It was because she was confused. She figured out, after roaming the townhouse, that she was with Marco. But she didn't remember why. How had she gotten there? Why wasn't she home? The last thing she remembered was standing in a doorway, looking at Jessa. She was asking for her keys. She didn't remember why the girl had her keys to begin with. And then later that night. Jessa was telling her that she was a vapid whore and a sorry excuse for a person. Or was it the same night? Ellie couldn't remember. This was the first time she had been completely sober and not passed out on the couch, so she felt a little disoriented. Ok, very disoriented.
When she finally stepped out of the shower, it was an hour later. She had found Marco's clothes and had borrowed one of his shirts before she got in the shower. Putting it on, she looked at herself once more. Her hair looked better already. Her face was improving. She still looked too skinny, though. God, how long had it been? Had she really been surviving on alcohol? Ellie opened the bathroom door and paused before leaving it. She could hear a voice downstairs. The woman bit her lip and slowly made her way down them. "Marco?" she whisper-called. She had some fear and uncertainty in her voice. All she really wanted was her best friend.
When she finally stepped out of the shower, it was an hour later. She had found Marco's clothes and had borrowed one of his shirts before she got in the shower. Putting it on, she looked at herself once more. Her hair looked better already. Her face was improving. She still looked too skinny, though. God, how long had it been? Had she really been surviving on alcohol? Ellie opened the bathroom door and paused before leaving it. She could hear a voice downstairs. The woman bit her lip and slowly made her way down them. "Marco?" she whisper-called. She had some fear and uncertainty in her voice. All she really wanted was her best friend.