𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 // dave.east

𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 #29

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60 Missed Calls 

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43 Text Messages 

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1 Voicemail

"Yo, it's been a while. Where you at? If you're upset at me, let me fix it baby. I just need to know what's going on, I'm worried about you. Hit me back."

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𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

With her mouth desert dry and her head pounding  - Narnia slowly opened her eyes blinking a few times to regain perfect vision, and memory.

She slowly sat up, although instantly regretting it when she felt a menacing pain strike her side. 

Her hands flew to her wounds, as she hunched over in agony, the events from earlier resurfaced almost immediately. She looked around her surroundings. A puddle of dry brownish blood stained the light beige colored carpet, strands of blonde and black hair in different spots, holes punctured into the wall, and her weapon she used to defend herself scattered across from where she was. 

She groaned, coughing and wincing. her skin felt cold. The blood had stopped leaving her body.

However, she knew she had to tend to her injuries.         

She grabbed and balled up a hold of her stained shirt, and placed it between her teeth. She bit harshly onto, preparing what was about to come next.

She took deep breaths before, she used one leg to push up. Her wounds stretched and caused her to scream out in affliction, her teeth let loose of her shirt.

Tears brimmed her waterline and immediately stumpled as she took each step to find her first-aid kit. 

She was nauseous, and she felt the need to pass out. However, nonetheless, she continued into the bathroom, where the kit was resided. 

She made it after a few minutes of stopping and going. 

She carefully sat down on the bathroom counter and lifted up her shirt to take a look at the damage.

A huge knife gash decorated her brown skin. Nothing but newly and stained blood surrounded her skin.

She knew she would have to stitch herself.