Susie brings herself around. She gentle lifts up her head. It feels heavy. She shivers. Numb. Her darkened eyes stare at the mess in the mirror; a monster glares back. Wild hair, red blotches mark the face, creases from the carpet have worn away at the once soft skin; now pale. Bloodshot eyes. She blinks. A tear escapes; staining her right cheek as it rolls away.

She finally looks away. Empty. The hairs on her arm erect. The pain has gone but the bruise lingers. The knot inside twists. A groan. Her legs give way as she attempts to stand. Quickly, her fingers grasp the sink . The coolness shoots up her arms. Her head sways.

Focus.

One step at a time. Her feet begrudingly obey her. She clasps onto the bath as she watches herself clumsily walk towards the door. She hugs the door frame. Her eyes tightly shut. How on Earth is she going to make the stairs? Her nails dig into the paintwork. Knees knock. Her body crumbles.

Susie forces herself to sit on the edge of the bath. Her head leans against the wall. Eyes lock onto the swinging light cord...

*Susies bum becomes numb. Maybe sitting on the bath wasn't a good idea. She realises shes biting her nails. Again. She tries to laugh it off. Imagine her sister inspecting them and moaning as shes ruined them. The thought never comes. Her eyes have been glued to the light cord floating backwards and forwards. She tried using it as a timer. That just sped her heart up. She needed a distraction. She couldn't use her phone. It would just make her angry...no new messages. Her fingers tap tap tap. She annoys herself. Tick. Tock. Endless. Her feet decide to wander. Up. Down. Backwards and forwards. Her thoughts twirling, dancing yet struggling to keep with the beat. Too many 'what' questions. She feels the need to go to the toilet again. Don't be silly she tells herself. Though msybe, just maybe she had an infection. Maybe she had worked herself up for no reason.

Her eyes notice the second line. Maybe not. The word vomit comes to mind. What am I goin to do? She wonders as her stomach tightens. *

Susie snaps herself back to the present. Her palms are sweaty. She slides off the bath, curls in the corner, tears flow.