Snippet #2032020

"Willa? We should get moving again." Willow's sister's voice woke her gently from her sleep and she blinked her eyes open. That was the first real sleep she'd gotten since Tammy had had to kill their mother. With an unintelligible groan, Willow rolled to the side and threw up in the can that was placed next to the couch. Her pain was always the worst right when she woke up, after the pills had worn off.

She placed her hand against her flat, injured stomach and reached into her pocket for a small baggie. Inside the baggie, there were two other baggies. One containing little white pills, the other containing yellowish pills. One was an antidepressant, the other was a pain pill. She grabbed one of each and downed them before glancing at her bag. She was starting to run low.

Not wanting to think about what would happen if she ran out, Willow shoved the bag back in her pocket. Traveling with the pain pills was hard enough. Honestly, there wasn't a day that Willa didn't feel guilty for holding them up. Because of her stupid injuries, the girls couldn't travel very far for very long.

With a sigh, she sat up and looked at Tammy. "Did you even sleep?" She said, and caught the answer in her eye. No. Of course not. Willa rolled her eyes. "You have to sleep sometime, you'll be no use to me dead on your feet." She said with a gentle smile before standing and swinging one of the bags onto her shoulder, picking up her baseball bat. She twirled it in her hand and looked at it. It used to be white with a purple handle. Now it was covered in bright red stains.

"Where to captain?" She smiled softly.