Rebekah MacKenzie (beckathesweet) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2013-01-22 21:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | day eleven, rebekah |
Fitfull Sleep
Character: Becka
Setting: Room 23, which is now her room, overnight/dawn
As tired as she was, Rebekah knew that she’d stalled trying to sleep. After Adam left, she’d locked the door and made sure the curtains were drawn tight so that as little light as possible would escape. And then, even though she wanted nothing more than take that long, hot shower, she forced herself to settle in first, putting her things away. Once that was done, she’d taken that shower, the water hot enough to nearly scald her skin, the steam making her feel light headed. Her skin was red when she got out and dried off. After pulling on fresh clothes, she stood in front of the mirror, towel drying her hair as best as she could. Her hair.
A wave of nausea coursed through her when she recalled the way her attacker had jerked her awake by her hair. It made her want to find a pair of scissors and chop it off. If it wasn’t long, no one would be able to grab it like that. She had to take several deep breaths to keep from being overwhelmed by the urge. What would it really help to do that? She would just end up with a messed up haircut that would draw more attention toward her, which was something she definitely didn’t want. No, she would leave it for now, and then maybe ask around to see if anyone knew how to cut hair.
With a sigh and shake of her head, she left the bathroom and went into the main room, stopping at the foot of the bed. She stared at the bed for a moment, wondering if it would be as simple as just crawling in under the covers and passing out. Finally, she crossed to the light switch, flicking it off before going back to the bed. Despite her fears, it took no time at all before she fell asleep.
It was something of a miracle that Rebekah slept as long as she did, but only sleeping for a few hours in two days would do that to a person. It was still a while before she ought to have woken up when the nightmare came, her subconscious meshing past and present and drumming up awful scenarios that she prayed would never come to pass. It tore her from her sleep, a strangled sob sounding in the otherwise still and silent room. Her breath came out in gasps as she tried to orient herself to reality again. Only reality wasn’t much better.
She stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom, turning on the light and then groaning when it blinded her for a few moments. Feeling her way to the sink, she kept her eyes closed until she reached the cool porcelain. Hands gripped the edges as she tried to steady her breathing, and then finally she blinked her eyes open. She still looked exhausted, she noticed with a wince, looking away from the mirror. She didn’t need to see her reflection to know just how awful she was doing. She turned the taps on then went to the bathroom while the water warmed up. After washing her hands, she splashed the warm water over her face, reaching out for a hand towel to dry her face off.
Although she still didn’t feel quite steady, Rebekah switched off the bathroom light and went back into the other room, finally noticing the early light of dawn peeking around the edges of her curtains. There was no way she would be able to go back to sleep now, and if she were being entirely honest, she didn’t want to. No, what she wanted was a hug, even though she wasn’t certain that she would be able to handle getting one just yet. Her thoughts wandered to Leandro, and she wondered why he hadn’t come to visit her. She hadn’t even talked to him since he’d stayed the night, which was disappointing. She’d quickly started to think of him as her closest friend here, and in spite of everything going on, she missed him.
And with that thought, she changed into jeans and a long sleeved shirt, hoping that Leandro wouldn’t be upset with her if she ended up waking him up.