Snippet #1935275

Rebeccah was tired and she tripped as she attempted walking over to the door, stumbling and almost falling if she hadn't reached out to steady herself.

" This is why I should listen to people," she muttered as she started to fall over, " Jake knew what he was--" Her hands came down on the shelf and she found herself wishing she'd just dropped to the filthy floor as she felt her palms tear open. The contact had cut her off, replacing words with a sharp cry of pain.

Pulling her hands away, she stepped back and stared at her dirt covered hands, blinking back a few tears as she stared at the bleeding gashes that now covered the soft flesh of her hand. The broken glass on the shelf had definitely done a number, the girl noted as she kept herself from squeezing her hands into fists to keep the dirt from getting further inside the wounds.

" Thank God I got my tetanus shot," Rebeccah muttered as she winced and, finally growing tired of waiting, carefully stepped over to the door and knocked. Despite the alcohol she'd induced, the situation had sobered her up pretty well and she was tired of being in this dirty, smelly room. She wanted to be able to sit without getting hurt on something. " Hello?!" She called, knocking again. She was not going to test the door. No way in hell.

" I just want to go home," she mumbled as she moved to lean against the wall beside the door, having difficulty keeping her eyes open. " Daddy and Blare will be furious," Beccah sighed as she forced her eyes open and tried to scan the room. Just as she'd thought, the only other possible exits were windows and they were boarded up. This really was her own personal version of hell, right here. Lovely.