Of all the times, of all the places, Beatrix wondered why this had to happen now. The brunette excused herself from the group that she had been engulfed by, trying her best to rush to the nearest bathroom. When she closed the door, her blue eyes met themselves in the rusty old mirror. Her head felt as if it was in a vice. The music seemed to be the force that kept her heart pumping. Her body felt as if every limb was in that sate of asleep where you may have awareness but you couldn’t move a muscle. A hue of red flashed before her eyes. She looked herself dead on in the mirror, noticing a line of blood trickling down her nose. “Fuck.” she hissed, running the water from the grimy old sink. Her shaking hands grabbed for paper towel.
The loud echoing sound of a hard knock at the bathroom door caused her to jump slightly, banging her arm against the wall. “Someone’s in here. Fucking hold your horses!” the brunette yelled, her accent thick as she yelled. ‘Get it together’ she thought. The last thing she wanted to do was embarrass herself at this party. She was the representative of the outcasts for gods sake. Another sharp knock caused Bea’s head to pound. “Unless you’re going to piss this very moment, you can chill the fuck out!”
