Thread: She Caught Fire [Amethyst]

Jay managed to keep her sigh silent as she watched the frustration pass through his face. She knew time and time again, he tried his best to discipline her in some sort of way. And she truly appreciated everything, but it never worked. It wasn't his fault, it was her own stubbornness. The pain in her body seemed to pulse, and her head began pounding with a newly found headache. She closed her eyes, only anticipating a few minutes of rest but realized she couldn't open them anymore. Jay felt his soft lips touch hers, wishing she could respond but it felt like her body was shutting down. Sleep, that's all she needed at the moment.. The girl woke up, sweat beading her forehead and a slight panic until she realized where she was. That seemed to happen often, forgetting where she was unless it was in the large, comfortable bed Jermaine laid her in at his place. She sat up, rubbing her eyes and sighing at the tubes in her arm. It was fucking irritating being cooped up in the room, especially when she was coming off of her recent drug binge. Maybe she could just leave. Being a rockstar should have some sort of privileges, right? She hissed as she slowly slid the needles out of her arm, and turned the machines that monitored her heart and status off so they didn't beep when she removed them. Slipping off the bed, she almost collapsed as her weak legs learned to walk once more. Walking to the little closet, she found a bag of clothes and shoes, thanking Jermaine he remembered to bring them. The small mirror hanging in the bathroom showed the face of a sickly girl, thin and pale but strangely pretty. Jay washed her face and pulled her waist length black hair into a ponytail. She slipped the jogging pants on and muscle tee, smiling as he put her favorite clothes in there. Comfortable before style. Grabbing a baseball cap tossed in the bag, she settled it over her head and fixed the ponytail so that that the cap covered her face enough to not be noticed. Quietly opening the door, she sighed with relief as she noted the nurses center was down the hallway, and no one was occupying it. She glanced back, and closed the door quickly escaping to the doors that led to the stairs. Once on the last level, she opened the door and managed to slip into the area that had vending machines. Fishing for a dollar out of her pockets, she grabbed a bottle of water and took a long sip before hearing a voice that made her freeze. What are you doing miss, visiting hours are over. The security officer spoke, sounding more tired than anything. Jay managed a small sorry before coming up with some story about how she was just leaving after visiting her sick grandma. Yeah, how cliche did that story sound? All the while, she managed to lean against the machine to avoid full contact with the man, and it was either by luck or by the fact that he seemed too tired to care that she was shown out, and once outside she smiled. Jermaine might be mad at her but she fucking hated hospitals and she seemed well enough. Sticking her hands in her pocket, she began a walk towards no general direction but ended up in some park. It seemed pretty enough to not be shady, so she decided this would be her place to be for the night. Her little cellphone was in her pocket, and she played with the device until it warned her to charge it. She finally laid on the grass, hidden in the shadows and free to look up into the sky. Damn, it had been awhile since she really chilled like this. Finally, the drugs the hospital inserted in her body kicked in one last time and she drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Not knowing that in the morning, Jermaine would be there to an empty room in which the nurses never checked because they figured she'd be in a medically induced coma sort of sleep. Plus, they didn't like her anyways.