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text-align: justify;">Sleeping was easy. It was a reprieve from her everyday life; the hell that reminded her how much her existence pained the one person she sought approval from: her father. The blame, the grief, it was all her fault for being born after her mother's affair. Shaking her head slightly, her brows scrunched down as her eyes shifted behind her closed eyelids; a dream, or rather a nightmare tormenting her until she slipped back into consciousness. Izabella was a sight to behold on the bed: tousled blonde hair, her silver sequined dress intact, cheek pressed flush against the mattress as her arm dangled over the edge. Frowning, she slowly opened her eyes and immediately regretted it. A blinding light greeted her along with a sudden rush of incoming pain, banging against her head and weighing heavily on her body. Groaning in frustration, Izzy immediately wanted to cradle her head, but there was something wet at her fingertips.<br/>
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Peering through closed slit eyes, she did everything she could to avoid the harsh light flooding into the room, but moving her eyes around the room was a chore. Mumbling to herself, she cursed at whoever left the curtains wide open. <b>"Fucking… bastard…"</b> her words were slow to come out, as her hangover held her head hostage while her party habits caught up to her. <b>"Mmm,"</b> she was still in her own little world as she was trying to come around. But the wet substance—what was that? Slowly moving her index and middle finger back and forth, the slimy substance was on a soft, plump texture. It was difficult to figure out and she investigated further as her thumb grazed against the uneven object. As soon as her thumb closed the gap between her fingertips, she shot up abruptly causing her head to rattle and her headache to overflood her senses. <i>She was touching someone's mouth!</i> <b>"Oh, fuck me,"</b> cradling her head, she groaned again, tilting her head slightly to the side to gently stretch out her neck from her sprawled out position the night before.<br/>
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Wiping their saliva on the bed sheets, Izzy took a quick glance over the bed's edge and found Theódore lying on the floor. <b>"Pierre? What the fu—,"</b> her mind was a blur and memories of what happened last night wasn't returning. It didn't cause an alarm for the twenty-three year old considering she was most likely high as a fairy like she was most nights. Why was she with Pierre? Did they go back to her place, or did she go home with him? Glancing around, gently turning her head, she noticed Roxie sleeping like a baby next to her on the bed. A small mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as her mind put two and two together. Roxie, Theódore, and her… in one night? The thought was entertaining for sure, but if they did fuck, then why was she still in her clothes? That was no fun. Once her head settled and her vision sharpened, she grew more confused as she found herself in one of the VIP rooms at the club. <b>"Wha-Why am I still here?"</b> Did Dan bring her here to sleep it off? Why not just bring her home as usual? She needed answers, but first, she wanted a drink. Something to chase this horrendous headache that would not let up.<br/>
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Pushing herself off the bed to stand, she stumbled forwards and almost crashed into the floor, but caught herself in time on the round glass table near the bed. <b>"Fucking heels!"</b> She side-eyed her heels as she frustratedly took them off until she felt the cold surface pressing back against the soles of her tired, warm feet. Regaining her composure, she stood once more as the room spun. She overdid it again—went all out with drugs, alcohol, and whatever else she was up to. It was still difficult to remember what exact shenanigans she participated in. Taking a hesitant step forward, another wet slimy substance touched her feet. Rolling her eyes, she hoped it wasn't someone's mouth again. Unfortunately, it was something worse; her eyes widened in panic and shock as she saw a trail of blood on the floor leading out toward the living room. Whose blood was this? Why was there so much? Did she get into a fight? Still panicking, she checked herself. Hands roamed over her elbows, arms, shoulders, down the sides of her hips, legs, and finally her neck and head. Nothing. The blood wasn't hers. A part of her was relieved, but the other part still held on to an unsettling feeling.<br/>
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Glancing around the room, she noticed two other bodies on the other side of the room, knocked out as her friends. The only one missing was… Dan! <i>Was it Dan's blood!?</i> Unbothered by her hangover, she ran out of the room, side-stepping to avoid the bloody pathway, until she reached the area where more blood pooled in the center near a body. <b>"Dan!"</b> She shouted, worried that her friend might be hurt badly. As her eyes followed the trail, Katie's eyes bore into hers. <b>"K-Ka… Katie?"</b> A soft clack reached her ears as her heels hit the floor, her grasp unconsciously loosened around them, as they fell near her feet. Why was she staring like that? Why was she lying there like that? Was it her blood? She was in shock, in denial. <b>"Katie?"</b> She called out to her again, hoping she would answer her.<br/>
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<i>"Izzy!" Katie laughed, her smile appearing in her eyes as she was high on fairy dust. "Where'd you get that nickname anyway?"<br/>
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Izzy scoffed, "Do I even need a reason?" Laughing, she looked up at the night sky as she extended her arms at her sides, twirling slowly on the rooftop. The building had been abandoned for years and many came here to get high and just be at peace. It was an escape. "My mom would call me that when I was little. She doesn't anymore, but," shrugging, she continued, "It's the only happy memory I have of my childhood."<br/>
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Katie smiled as she watched Izabella twirl around by herself. Joining her friend after a few moments, she shouted to the sky, "Izzy Iz! Izzy is the shizz!"<br/>
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The two 'magically happy' friends spun around, laughing as the world around them looked quite different from reality. It was this reality that they looked forward to keep living in.</i><br/>
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Katie's voice echoed in her mind, calling out her name as she kept staring back at Izzy. It was only then when she was aware of Dan's presence. He seemed to be in sudden shock with her as well as she leaned forward, propping herself up against her knees as she tried to seek solace from him. <b>"Dan?"</b> A bare whisper scared and confused lined the tone of her voice. She hesitantly looked back at Katie as she feared for her friend, and for herself. Who did this to her? What happened last night? Unable to stand, she crouched down as she hugged her knees to her chest, unable to glance away from Katie's dead body.<br/>
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Those eyes of hers; she couldn't stop looking at those eyes.<br/>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Sleeping was easy. It was a reprieve from her everyday life; the hell that reminded her how much her existence pained the one person she sought approval from: her father. The blame, the grief, it was all her fault for being born after her mother's affair. Shaking her head slightly, her brows scrunched down as her eyes shifted behind her closed eyelids; a dream, or rather a nightmare tormenting her until she slipped back into consciousness. Izabella was a sight to behold on the bed: tousled blonde hair, her silver sequined dress intact, cheek pressed flush against the mattress as her arm dangled over the edge. Frowning, she slowly opened her eyes and immediately regretted it. A blinding light greeted her along with a sudden rush of incoming pain, banging against her head and weighing heavily on her body. Groaning in frustration, Izzy immediately wanted to cradle her head, but there was something wet at her fingertips.<br/>
<br/>
Peering through closed slit eyes, she did everything she could to avoid the harsh light flooding into the room, but moving her eyes around the room was a chore. Mumbling to herself, she cursed at whoever left the curtains wide open. <b>"Fucking… bastard…"</b> her words were slow to come out, as her hangover held her head hostage while her party habits caught up to her. <b>"Mmm,"</b> she was still in her own little world as she was trying to come around. But the wet substance—what was that? Slowly moving her index and middle finger back and forth, the slimy substance was on a soft, plump texture. It was difficult to figure out and she investigated further as her thumb grazed against the uneven object. As soon as her thumb closed the gap between her fingertips, she shot up abruptly causing her head to rattle and her headache to overflood her senses. <i>She was touching someone's mouth!</i> <b>"Oh, fuck me,"</b> cradling her head, she groaned again, tilting her head slightly to the side to gently stretch out her neck from her sprawled out position the night before.<br/>
<br/>
Wiping their saliva on the bed sheets, Izzy took a quick glance over the bed's edge and found Theódore lying on the floor. <b>"Pierre? What the fu—,"</b> her mind was a blur and memories of what happened last night wasn't returning. It didn't cause an alarm for the twenty-three year old considering she was most likely high as a fairy like she was most nights. Why was she with Pierre? Did they go back to her place, or did she go home with him? Glancing around, gently turning her head, she noticed Roxie sleeping like a baby next to her on the bed. A small mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as her mind put two and two together. Roxie, Theódore, and her… in one night? The thought was entertaining for sure, but if they did fuck, then why was she still in her clothes? That was no fun. Once her head settled and her vision sharpened, she grew more confused as she found herself in one of the VIP rooms at the club. <b>"Wha-Why am I still here?"</b> Did Dan bring her here to sleep it off? Why not just bring her home as usual? She needed answers, but first, she wanted a drink. Something to chase this horrendous headache that would not let up.<br/>
<br/>
Pushing herself off the bed to stand, she stumbled forwards and almost crashed into the floor, but caught herself in time on the round glass table near the bed. <b>"Fucking heels!"</b> She side-eyed her heels as she frustratedly took them off until she felt the cold surface pressing back against the soles of her tired, warm feet. Regaining her composure, she stood once more as the room spun. She overdid it again—went all out with drugs, alcohol, and whatever else she was up to. It was still difficult to remember what exact shenanigans she participated in. Taking a hesitant step forward, another wet slimy substance touched her feet. Rolling her eyes, she hoped it wasn't someone's mouth again. Unfortunately, it was something worse; her eyes widened in panic and shock as she saw a trail of blood on the floor leading out toward the living room. Whose blood was this? Why was there so much? Did she get into a fight? Still panicking, she checked herself. Hands roamed over her elbows, arms, shoulders, down the sides of her hips, legs, and finally her neck and head. Nothing. The blood wasn't hers. A part of her was relieved, but the other part still held on to an unsettling feeling.<br/>
<br/>
Glancing around the room, she noticed two other bodies on the other side of the room, knocked out as her friends. The only one missing was… Dan! <i>Was it Dan's blood!?</i> Unbothered by her hangover, she ran out of the room, side-stepping to avoid the bloody pathway, until she reached the area where more blood pooled in the center near a body. <b>"Dan!"</b> She shouted, worried that her friend might be hurt badly. As her eyes followed the trail, Katie's eyes bore into hers. <b>"K-Ka… Katie?"</b> A soft clack reached her ears as her heels hit the floor, her grasp unconsciously loosened around them, as they fell near her feet. Why was she staring like that? Why was she lying there like that? Was it her blood? She was in shock, in denial. <b>"Katie?"</b> She called out to her again, hoping she would answer her.<br/>
<br/>
<i>"Izzy!" Katie laughed, her smile appearing in her eyes as she was high on fairy dust. "Where'd you get that nickname anyway?"<br/>
<br/>
Izzy scoffed, "Do I even need a reason?" Laughing, she looked up at the night sky as she extended her arms at her sides, twirling slowly on the rooftop. The building had been abandoned for years and many came here to get high and just be at peace. It was an escape. "My mom would call me that when I was little. She doesn't anymore, but," shrugging, she continued, "It's the only happy memory I have of my childhood."<br/>
<br/>
Katie smiled as she watched Izabella twirl around by herself. Joining her friend after a few moments, she shouted to the sky, "Izzy Iz! Izzy is the shizz!"<br/>
<br/>
The two 'magically happy' friends spun around, laughing as the world around them looked quite different from reality. It was this reality that they looked forward to keep living in.</i><br/>
<br/>
Katie's voice echoed in her mind, calling out her name as she kept staring back at Izzy. It was only then when she was aware of Dan's presence. He seemed to be in sudden shock with her as well as she leaned forward, propping herself up against her knees as she tried to seek solace from him. <b>"Dan?"</b> A bare whisper scared and confused lined the tone of her voice. She hesitantly looked back at Katie as she feared for her friend, and for herself. Who did this to her? What happened last night? Unable to stand, she crouched down as she hugged her knees to her chest, unable to glance away from Katie's dead body.<br/>
<br/>
Those eyes of hers; she couldn't stop looking at those eyes.</div>
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