@chetmanning00 @thegreatwhalermelon big thank you to these two for inviting me to join their writing challenges for this month!!! Iām feeling more confident and motivated then Iāve felt in a long time ššš much much love to both of you!!
I decided to write for darling please stay strong, because Iāve been missing it so much lately!! Without further adoā¦here is day 1!
1. Write your WIP for 5 minutes
Chaeyoung rubbed her temples, a sharp pain prodding at her head. Not wanting to get out of the soft bed, she tried her best to massage the headache away; but she could never be so lucky could she? Annoyed and slightly disappointed, she stopped her ministrations to glance at the clock next to her bed.
Sighing, Chaeyoung shoved the covers off of herself; swinging her legs over until they touched the hardwood floors. She pulled on the new pair of rather cute tiger slippers Mina had picked out for her (but she would never ever admit that) and used her phone as a flashlight to make her way to the bedroom door.
Chaeyoung poked her head out the door, squinting to check the light at the end of the hall. Satisfied that it wasnāt on and nobody was awake, she tiptoed to the bathroom, turning on the light and shutting the door as slowly and softly as she could.
Chaeyoung flattened her palms against the edge of her bathrooms sink, nails tracing black and white flowers along the intricate workings of the ceramic bowl.
God, Maybe Yoongi was rightā¦.I am just a spoiled rich kid now.
Chaeyoung shook her head, taking her hand off the sink to reach for the medicine cabinet handle. Her hand shook slightly, but she ignored it to grab the bottle of Tylenol. The sharp pain in her head only seemed to grow worse, now stabbing behind her eyes.
Fucking withdrawal symptoms, god damn pain in my ass, if I could just to take one hit-
No. Close your eyes, take a deep breath. Youāre a fighter Chaeyoung, youāve been through much worse then wanting a hit of your fucking vape.
Chaeyoung put the pills on her tongue, turning on the faucet and cupping a handful of water. She washed the pills down, swallowing them and the lump that was starting to form in her throat.
She shut the medicine cabinet, turning off the light and walking back to her bedroom.
Chaeyoung slipped back under the covers, clutching the stuffed bear plush between her arms. She closed her eyes, the pain in her head subsiding for the time being.
Maybe this could work. Maybeā¦she could finally let herself be happy. Or maybeā¦.it was just wishful thinking.