Pandora sighed gently as she kept her eyes closed. Something about how getting treatment felt weird, in a way she didn’t exactly care that she as here. Her parents showed no further interest in how she lived her life nor gave her life any acknowledgement, though she was happier that she got to finally be away from them and him. A shiver ran down her spine as she thought about him. Somehow pushing him away from her mind simply lead her to think more about her childhood.
”I could use a vodka shot right about now.” She mumbled to herself, feeling a headache form. As she ran her delicate painted orange fingers through her hair, she ended up massaging her temples for a moment or two before settling her hands down to her sides. When she first heard about being admit to the facility, it was from a letter written by their family lawyer, stating that if she still considered being a member of the Rosaline, she had to attend this rehabilitation facility otherwise she would be classed as an outcast. Not that I care, I’m already one. She thought to herself as she felt the corners of her lips perk up into a tiny smile.
Not realizing that someone had already walked into the room and settled down onto the bed, she turned so that she now lay on her side. It was only when the girl spoke, "Hello...I’m Elli" that she slowly reopened her caramel eyes to look directly at her. Blinking under her large lashes, she stretched a bit as she sat up, rubbing her eyes from the imaginary sleep dust.
“Oh, hello, my name is Pandora; it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She smiled brightly at her, her sunglasses still perched on her head. Her favourite accessory, though probably because she had a tendency to get drunk and then have a painful hangover.