again. sorry it was sooooo late like three months bc i honestly dont have a plot line for this im just making it up as i go but i found inspiration again and i kind of want to finish this before writing bed of roses. idk what do yall think should i write this first or bed of roses first or both at the same time??? let me know!!! VOTE, COMMENT AND SHARE! love u all. sorry again
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Talia had woken up the next day with a low groan as her face was squished against the comforter beneath her. She was getting real tired of waking up like that. It happened so often that she was quite sure that her head was starting to get affected. Talia sighed, allowing her eyes to slowly open and meet the bright light that was shining against her. A hiss leaving her lips at the brightness before she quickly turned her head the other way. Her eyes opening and closing - adjusting to her surroundings before her vision finally cleared up.
"What the fuck." Talia mumbled with a sleepy and groggy voice. She slowly pushed her upper half off the bed with her hands and let her eyes wander around the place.
This was different. The area around her was one that she wasn't used to at all. It confused her greatly.
Her eyes once again wandered around the room slowly - it was clean... well in some way it was but she could tell almost instantly that it wasn't her room or any of her roommates either which started to make her panic.
"Fuck, fuck. Talia you need to stop doing this." Talia spoke to herself before carefully sitting by the edge of the bed. She looked down at herself and noticed she was still wearing the same clothes she had on last night except for her shirt. She was wearing a black hoodie that smelled familiar but she couldn't quite point it out.
Her legs swung onto the ground before she slowly walked towards another door which hopefully was the bathroom. She opened it and was met with a numerous amount of clothes which caused her to frown and close the door. Talia then headed towards another door, praying that it was the bathroom because she was pretty sure she was about to pee her pants. She opened the door with a relieved sigh, seeing the familiar look of a toilet.
Talia was quick to do her business in the bathroom. Also taking the liberty of using whoever's mouthwash was near the sink. If she was wearing whoever owned the shirt then they probably wouldn't mind her using a bit of mouthwash. Then, she walked out of the bathroom with another sigh. She wasn't quite sure what to do with herself which led her to sitting at the edge of the bed - looking down at her hands that were clasped together.
What if she was in a drug house? What if the people downstairs actually kidnapped her? There were so many thoughts going through her head at that moment. But her sitting there was really not going to do anything and that's what made her stand up from the edge of the bed and walk towards the door. Her hand hovering over the door knob before twisting it and slowly exiting the room.
The sound of soft and chill beats of music played through the air. Talia listened to it and slowly descended the staircase that she took notice of. She also took notice of the different amounts of clothing that were strewn across the area and she was almost certain of where she was. Her dazed stance was suddenly interrupted when a man rushed down beside her yelling out excuse me and then laughing as soon as he was out of her sight. She frowned but decided to venture further on and once again follow the music.
