20.THE MERRY-GO-ROUND IS OFF-CENTER

20. THE MERRY-GO-ROUND IS OFF-CENTER
For the fourth time in a month she's spinning again, she's on the floor with her tongue lolling out and staring at the ceiling with vacant eyes.
She'd snuck out of her friend's apartment--where she'd been forced to stay, down the street and into an old warehouse. She didnt have to smash a window to get in, it was a seedy town. Everything is dirty.
She's touching the trash and grime of the floor but she's on a ride in her mind so it doesn't bother her. She was supposed to stay in tonight, her friend was probably calling reinforcements now. She wasnt supposed to do this. Not anymore.
She nearly stops breathing as she hears the noise. What is that? It can't be human. She tries to drag herself up, difficult while spinning, and finally manages to claw her upper body up. First its knees, then clumsy feet. Feels like lead.
Her head feels heavy as she takes a step forward, almost falling when she tries to step on air. She concentrates on walking as the noise begins to get closer. Misbehaving feet.
She's found the window she slipped through and eyes the broken glass and sharp edges, its only when the noise sounds again that she remembers she has to get out. She places a wavering foot on the still and both hands on the hole to the night. She turns, the noise is upon her.
It's her friend, whose name she cant remember, and two men. Her brother, yes that was one. Their voices sound like cotton on her weighted ears and she tries to escape faster. She lets out a howl, shoving the window as she cradles the cut from the grimy glass.
She stumbles away from the window, making her spinning worse, and she wants to puke. The other man she's sure she doesn't know grabs her bleeding hand and she manages to punch him before falling to the floor. Darkness.
to be addicted...
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