Post by { reagan james , on Feb 7, 2009 23:51:56 GMT -5
wish i didn't, i didn't, i didn't, i didn't, i didn't
i don't.
"Oh my fucking God! Not tonight!” The anguished cry that left Reagan James' mouth couldn’t possibly be enough to drown out the passing cars, but it was close enough. The girl’s head was already killing her something awful, and she just wanted to sleep. She’d gone off to the bar with her friend from around New York, Demi, but halfway through the night she had vanished to leave Demi alone at the bar with more drinks than she could count. The night was literally a blur to her; she couldn’t even remember who she had talked to that night. Though she was almost certain nothing untoward had happened between her and any of guys, to her knowledge, she was still a picture of disaster. Her hair was standing a bit in the back, while her black bangs were swept off to the side, and the shoulder of her black jacket was sliding off her shoulders.
Making her way down the street, she winced slightly as passing cars honked their horns at the other cars in the road, letting her hand rub at her temple. This was probably the worst headache she’d ever had. She looked up, letting her slightly bloodshot eyes exploring her surroundings in the few streetlights that lit up the streets. She was nearing Central Square, she could obviously tell. The park a little ways down was clearly lit underneath the obnoxiously bright street lights, making it quiet visible, even with her currently shoddy eyesight.
Running her hands over her legs, which were covered with black skinny jeans, before letting them destroy the wrinkles in the blue blouse she’d taken from Alliey's closet, she crossed her arms before making her way to the park. Slowly, she walked towards the swings, sitting down on the closest one to her, the one right on the right hand side of the bars. Keeping her arms crossed to keep herself warm in the late February night, she stared down at her bright blue flats that were now scuffed. Oh, how she wished she could remember what the fuck had happened that night. She didn’t think she’d gotten this wasted.
Taking her phone out of her pocket, though admittedly dropping it about four times before she managed to keep a steady grip on it, she flipped it open, checking the time. It was nearing four in the morning. Damn, time sure had passed quickly. She bit her lip before dialing a few numbers, trying to see if she could get a hold of anyone. She doubted she’d be able to get back her dormroom by herself, so she desperately needed someone to help her. But no luck was with her; both Garret and Alliey didn’t pick up their phones, and she didn’t blame them. What student in their right mind would be awake at this hour? But she did leave a message for both of them, explaining her situation, a pleading tone in her voice. For the first time in years, she needed someone's help.
Sighing, she shoved her phone into the pocket of her jeans, quite angrily, before resting her head against the chain that held up the swing on one side, her arms crossed to keep herself warm as the late night breeze came in, cold and uninviting. She rubbed at her eyes, which she assumed were still bloodshot, and she yawned a bit before letting her head fall against the cold metal again. She wouldn’t be able to fall asleep at all; at least noon the next day. Even though dead on energy, she still had energy. Though the alcohol in her system made her quite drowsy. Letting out a random laugh, she couldn’t help but hiccup slightly before letting herself relax against the swing, actually swinging back and forth slightly. Burying herself in her jacket more, she crossed her arms, staring at the grass before her feet, determined to stay awake.
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( word count ) 652
( tag ) open!
( outfit ) clickyy
( music ) headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet by fall out boy
( misc ) ...hi!
