Today’s piece continues directly on from day 24.
The purple light splashed over the room, singing the walls and cracking the windows. Where it hit Chelsea she was wracked with pain. She ignored the pain. It came naturally to her. Pain was an old friend. She walked to the kitchen, got a glass of water, skulled it, and went back to bed.
In the morning she went for her usual run and again noted the glowing purple lines in the shower. Once her morning routine was complete, she rang Beth and organised to catch up over lunch. As a general rule, Chelsea didn’t feel comfortable around people. With most people she would become quiet and second guess everything she said. Most people mistook it for an aloofness or cold distance. Every now and then Chelsea made a friend who got past that. People she could actually be comfortable with. People she could forget to be scared around. Of all her friends, there was none she was more comfortable with than Beth. They knew all of each others dark secrets and still they were friends.
Over a light lunch and a heavy red, Chelsea recounted the events of the past week to a sceptical Beth.
So tired. So pedestrian. I have realised that I’m going to struggle to get pieces written this weekend – it’s crazy busy. I really should’ve built in some sort of safety for those days, but oh well.
Oh, and hey, I’m a quarter of the way to my goal!