#maisie:johnny

[believetherealm]

~Wounded~

@muse-gathering  continued from here

The air was barely giving her shivers, no that was definitely happening before she even hit the outside. She was still trying to figure out that damn screen as she felt her back pressing against something cold and hard as she tried to steady herself, one of the cars in the lot, phone finally deciding to slip out of her grip and clattering onto the concrete. If her mind wasn’t so fuzzy she was sure an expletive of some sort would have slipped out her mouth, or maybe one did and she just didn’t process it.

She could feel herself tense when she got the feeling someone was watching her, groaning lowly at how it affected her already bruised body. A little slow to process what was said, she blinked as she looked towards the source of the voice. “J-just peachy,” she managed, voice all too shaky. Oh but that was so far from the truth. But she didn’t want to bother some stranger with her fuck up, she just needed to get home and cleaned up, forget about the whole mess.

It was fairly certain that the ones she’d gotten into said mess with were long go, believing her very much taken care of after the events that had unfolded.

Breathing was getting a little harder, the pain coming in waves and her legs seemingly gave up as she slid down the side of the car she was leaning against. “Fuck,” she muttered, head leaning back, eyes closing tightly.