She ducked low and barely made it to the door while the bouncer who had let them in was pulling the men towards the door, in her hurry she had tripped slightly cursing under her breath as she stumbled out the door and dashed into the shadows of the ally to catch her breath. It had been so long since she had pulled strangers into her, which meant she defiantly had too much to drink. The string tugging in her heart confirmed enough dug up sadness and wine had efficiently made her let down her guard and now she was nothing more than tired.
The distance back to her apartment had been nothing but a blur as she wandered back home, but as soon as she spotted her building a sigh of relief escaped her lips.
In the darkness of her room, she felt her shoulders unwind as she traveled to the window, touching her plants and feeling the warmth of the magic they held. It was instinct sometimes and when she was somewhere that green life was not, she would feel suffocated and almost out of place. Something she often felt, moving sleepily to her room she slowly began releasing her bonds, first the shoes, then the top she traded for a loose-fitting black tee, the pants forming a puddle on the floor as she slid into her bed. The cool sheets felt like heaven on her heated flesh, her head aching from the night. It hadn’t been a bad night merely normal. She would drink and wonder about her mother, her place, and who she was if it wasn’t one trigger it was another, and tonight had been the wine but hadn’t it also been the manager? His blue eyes flashed in her mind and she wondered if he had looked for her when she left but with a dry chuckle, she doubted that their time had warranted him to search for her. After all, didn’t he lie to her about the wine? Why? It was all too much for the fog in her brain and sleep won the war.
It had been three days since she left the bar, and the bags under her eyes from her nights since being restless, the man who had plagued her with hot a steamy dream before had become more aggressive, searching for her. Calling her and begging for her name and for her to come to him, his once nothing but a voice had become a voice and eyes so blue that if you stared too long you got lost in a blizzard. She didn’t understand this and she just didn’t understand much at this point it was all so frustrating and had led to tears in the late evenings. The leaves of her plants and drooped and she knew it was her fault, her mood reflected in the things she took care of, but it had only darkened as she went to leave for work and when she went to look for her wallet only to find it missing a key component, the ID she had given it to the bartender before she had gotten drinks and apparently in the rush to escapes, she had left it.
Running her hand through the front of her hair, frustration making her angry before her day even begins. She was supposed to go to work and take care of plants but she knew today much like her own plants she wouldn’t be much help. She should call Sara but she just couldn’t bring herself to do anything but feel the rage and frustration. Storming around her room she grabs a potted vine and throws it against the wall, though instead of the vine hitting the ground it began to grow as she paced. “Magic gifts let's list them talking to plants, making them grow, attracting people to you randomly in a creep zombie way, my stupid vine getting longer as I get more annoyed about things I don’t understand and no one would tell me about. Like oh hey faith you’re a creepy human with magic gifts but we come from here and you may not find research on it but you can find it and maybe one day you’ll understand?” rambling to herself and going to a from, it wasn’t until she felt a sharp pain in her foot she snapped back to reality. It took the glass to her foot for her to realize had that she had started spiraling in her thoughts, though she still held rage and sadness for it she was back enough to notice Ivy taking over the wall to her bedroom in a way that would have taken years to grow but she had thrown it maybe ten minutes ago. A chuckle escaped her but it did not echo happiness. Perhaps she needed to take a nap and try again, she would call Sara after that too. Then she would be safe to talk to someone calmly, remembering her mother showing her how to make tea for dreamless sleep when her mother would have nightmares. Though her mother didn’t explain what the tea was for she had tried it once and found her night nothing but a black sleep where normally it was filled with dreams of flowers and the sky so blue it was like a cartoon watching the clouds float by. That was before her dreams were filled with Mr. dark and demanding.
Tea was a good call, then she could sleep and reset she hoped. Storming around the kitchen she made herself a warm cup of flower tea, sipping it by the window she noted today was a grey day, much like her mood the sunlight just was nowhere to be found today. Though watching the city through the window people rushing around made her sigh and relax a little everything seemed normal enough. She was just having a hard time and it felt like every day it got worse and worse.. she was going to have to find out who she was and maybe a way to understand what she was going through. Finishing her tea she yawned and knew it was time for her nap, she had never changed from fuzzy black pants and a plain tank top that she had woken up in earlier. The soft pad of her feet was the only sound in her apartment as she made her way back to her bed, though she felt the waves of sleep something in her brain felt like maybe she shouldn’t be going back to sleep, maybe she should have gone to work today.
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