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Apr. 17th, 2007 11:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
velocitygirlShe ends up not going home. She knows that if she does and Bekah asks her what's wrong, that Inyri will break and then things will spill out that she doesn't want anyone at home to know.
She's not staying with Wes, in fact, she may never talk to him again.
She can't go back to Shalla and beg forgiveness, she'd want to know what happened and Inyri still isn't sure.
Face is gone...and even Zekka's no where to be found.
She is alone. For the first time in a long time, Inyri Forge is utterly and miserably alone.
She finds herself in her room, staring at the floor before she growls, throwing her bag on the floor and locking the door and stomping off to the 'fresher, locking that door too.
Her hand slides a drawer out and then slides under the grooves, pulling out a tiny bag of white powder, something Zekka gave her, something she kept.
Her hands shake as she digs around for a needle, finding one in packaging, ripping it open and doing what she does best, which is kriff up yet again. Her hands start to shake violently after she tourniquets an arm...and she can't catch her breath enough to settle down and the needle falls.
She stares at it, her arm hurting in the tourniquet, and suddenly the fear sets in. She pops the needle tip off and throws it in the trash, followed by the body of the needle itself and the left over bag of spice and the tourniquet.
And she digs her palms into her eyes and she sobs on the floor against the cabinets, shaking and scared and alone.
She wants her mother, she wants her father. She wants Wes again, and the thought makes her sick, because she still doesn't know exactly what happened, and she wants Shalla, she wants someone, someone to lie to her again and tell her it will all get better.
She likes that lie. Almost believes it somedays.
Today is not one of those days.
She's not staying with Wes, in fact, she may never talk to him again.
She can't go back to Shalla and beg forgiveness, she'd want to know what happened and Inyri still isn't sure.
Face is gone...and even Zekka's no where to be found.
She is alone. For the first time in a long time, Inyri Forge is utterly and miserably alone.
She finds herself in her room, staring at the floor before she growls, throwing her bag on the floor and locking the door and stomping off to the 'fresher, locking that door too.
Her hand slides a drawer out and then slides under the grooves, pulling out a tiny bag of white powder, something Zekka gave her, something she kept.
Her hands shake as she digs around for a needle, finding one in packaging, ripping it open and doing what she does best, which is kriff up yet again. Her hands start to shake violently after she tourniquets an arm...and she can't catch her breath enough to settle down and the needle falls.
She stares at it, her arm hurting in the tourniquet, and suddenly the fear sets in. She pops the needle tip off and throws it in the trash, followed by the body of the needle itself and the left over bag of spice and the tourniquet.
And she digs her palms into her eyes and she sobs on the floor against the cabinets, shaking and scared and alone.
She wants her mother, she wants her father. She wants Wes again, and the thought makes her sick, because she still doesn't know exactly what happened, and she wants Shalla, she wants someone, someone to lie to her again and tell her it will all get better.
She likes that lie. Almost believes it somedays.
Today is not one of those days.
