[Emily]: 252.IS.palemelody

Not yet in screenplay format; this is in the works to develop a decent plot.

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Her heart thumped painfully in her chest, her eyes fluttering open as the sun hit them, waking her up with a short gasp of hurting surprise. She sat up, sliding herself quickly out of bed, a sharp hiss escaping her as Anthony gripped her arm.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, blinking at her from bleary eyes.

Taryn’s eyes widened slightly, a look of stone passing over her features. “No where. The bathroom.” She tugged her arm away sharply, turning naked to walk out the door and into the bathroom. She shut the door with a gentle click before falling to the floor, cupping her face in her hands.

Blue eyes became focused and unfocused on the bathroom tile, her head bent between her knees as she breathed for air.

It was so right, but why did she feel the knots tighten in her back and the muscles working to cause her pain? Her stomach churned as she thought, but her body was still. She felt a little used and a little imperfect. Did he use her for what he didn’t get with that waitress? Did she make another mistake by accepting him into her bed?

The nausea began to wash over her and she quickly turned her head, letting the hot stomach acid rise from her belly, to her throat, burning the lining of her tongue, gums, and lips. Some dribbled out of her nose uncontrollably and she gasped, sobbing to get the rest of it out of her as she leaned against the seat, her head beginning to swim in slow, throbbing pain. Neck bent uncomfortably over the seat, she lifted one hand to pull the flush before letting it drop back lifeless at her side.

She felt slightly better, but that was soon gone as the pain in her head began to overtake her. Naked on the bathroom floor, limbs sprawled and head still in the toilet, she waited with silent sobs that shook her shoulders.

Had she made another mistake? But he was so wonderful. He was so perfect, or had the illusion. He was so unlike any mortal she had ever met; so why fall for the one most fatal mortal temptation, lust? Why did he fall for it?

She didn’t know. Reaching above her head, she snatched a towel off the hook and held it to her nose and mouth, rising on shaky legs in the mostly dark bathroom. The light that peeked through the curtain and from the bottom of the door; blinking rapidly, she hurried to correct their statuses, stuffing a towel underneath the door and pulling the curtain over the window tightly, leaving her in her grey-tinted bathroom.

The facet ran very softly and slowly. Fingers ran over her face as she cleaned up, before straightening and opening the cupboard, taking out a small orange bottle. Sighing, she popped the cap and took four neon orange tablets, sighing and sliding herself down the wall and to the floor, clutching her stomach.

The room was incredibly silent and dark, but she liked it that way. It would give her time for the headache to go away.

She thought to herself, if he walks in here and disturbs me, he’s gone, out of my life. If he leaves me be, I’ll take him.

© Emily McDurman