It was the following morning after Paige’s “break” from working last night at the rave, and Paige was feeling a little extra fragile. She woke up because of a text from Hades giving her a new job today, and Paige already began to feel like she was standing at the edge of a cliff. It didn’t help that she had drank a lot last night, she swore she could hear her therapists voice in the back of her head saying, “while you’re on these meds you should avoid binge drinking because alcohol is a depressant and can worsen your anxiety once the effects wear off.”
“Never doing that again,” Paige muttered under her breath as she walked down the street, arms crossed over her chest, squeezing her fists as she looked around town trying to spot someone—the person she was supposed to collect from. Just thinking about using her powers made her heart race, and not in a good way. She felt this burning sensation in her chest and it heat up every inch up her neck and wrapped around her head like a crown. Paige wanted to itch her scalp so bad, but she fought against the urge, only to close her eyes for a moment in distress as she kept walking, until she accidentally bumped into someone.
“Shit,” Paige jumped back from the contact, “I am so sorry,” her voice wavered, and she reached out to make sure they were okay, hands trembling lightly.
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