allison (raheta) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-11-09 03:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | heather mason, sam winchester |
WHO: Heather & Sam.
WHAT: Making up.
WHEN: Late late late tonight.
WHERE: Their apartment.
RATING: PG-13.
STATUS: Complete.
Heather hadn't lied when she told Sam she was going to bed, but she never said anything about sleeping, had she? Her body felt exhausted, and even her mind was begging for her to just give into the drowsiness she could feel tugging at her ever since she crawled underneath the blankets in the bed she and Sam shared. But she couldn't sleep. Not when she felt like such a mess on the inside. There was the worry over her Dad, then the confrontation with Azazel, and now a fight with Sam on top of it.
She'd passed by the bathroom about a dozen times beforehand, glancing in over and over while contemplating whether or not she was going to hide inside and cut. She hadn't felt the urge to do so in quite some time, and even when she had, it was rather easy to fight off. But this time, she actually had the blade in her hand and made a small cut into her forearm before she slammed it back into the medicine cabinet and headed to the bedroom, deciding against it.
And that was where she stayed. Curled up into a fetal position beneath the covers, bawling until her throat was raw and her eyes were red. Crying was one thing, but this had been a full-on waterworks session. She'd needed to let it out somehow, and after keeping it bottled up for such a long time, it basically exploded from her.
She was quiet now, though. Still and quiet, though awake. She knew it was late, but her eyes remained open as she curled up tighter and stared at the opposite wall.