9:00 Friday Night
The pain raced behind her eyeballs like lightening bolts dancing across the sky. Each flash was brilliant in its presence and ever so immobilizing. Gritting her molars, Natasha tried to ignore the pain and the gathering thunderclouds in the sky as she half-halfheartedly reaches the medicine cabinet hoping for relief. Her reflection in the mirror made her looks a ghost of herself. Her wavy cinnamon hair that normally curled around her narrow shoulders looked stringy and yarn like, her almond shaped eyes that normally had a mischievous gleam to them looked like the fires had been doused. Cherry lips were cracked and pealing like the paint on a forgotten red barn. The freckles on her pale face only made her look more sickly and pale then the healthy girl next-door looks she usually sported on a daily basis. Of course the huge gray flannel nightshirt that brushed the top of her knees did nothing to help her looks any.
The bathroom was in decorated in black and white. Black and white checkered tiles danced across the bathroom floor while the stringent white wall sported black and white photographs of Ansel Adams prints. White shower curtain hung against the white claw foot bath tub, a black sash held it to the side to reveal the black and white sponges in hanging off of the silver faucet. Red fluffy towels hung on the silver towel rods. The red towels were the only sign of color in the other wise color less bathroom.
Leaning against the sink, she opened the white bathroom cabinet, there are two white bottles sitting on a shelf, her tooth paste and tooth brush set on another and her room mate, Kevin's tooth brush and paste sat on another one along with floss and deodorant. The bottom shelf was normally reserved for medicine, but both Kevin and Natasha weren't all that often sick, so there was normally very little to be seen there. Without hesitating, Natasha popped open the childproof lid, shook two pills out of the bottle and tossed them into the cavern of her mouth. Turning on the right facet all the way on to cold, she bent down in front of the sink and scooped the running water into her mouth to wash the pills down. Turning off the water off, she straightened and stood up. Wiping her hands dry on one of her red towels, she stumbled her way out of the bathroom, flipping the light switch off as she went.
Natasha made her way down the hall and into her bed room, the light in her bed room was off, and with the pain in her head not yet ceasing, she didn't bother turning it on to navigate to her bed. Another lightening bolt of pain behind her eyes caused her to almost stumble into one of the corners of her oak four-poster bed. Taking a moment to pull the nightgown off over the top of her head, she crawled underneath the hunter green damask comforter and spring green sheets. Natasha never slept in her nightgown, but only wore it for the sake of modesty for Kevin. She had been living with Kevin for four years now. Originally they had started out as two broke college kids trying to make it against the cruel world and now it was more habit and comfort that they still lived together. After taking small breathes, she cautiously leaned back onto her feather pillows and tried to think of anything other then the pain that was skating around her every waking a moment. On the far side of the apartment a door opened and shut. The sounds of the lock clicking into place echoed through out the silent apartment. Tightening her eye lids she tried to block out the noise that seemed to echo in her mind.
Slow and steady footsteps could be heard walking down the hallway. Soft taps on the Natasha's door frame made her pry her eyes. Kevin was leaning against the door frame. His lean body blocked the light from the outside hallway. His sandy blond hair fell into his face as if he had been running his long fingers through it all day at the office. Kevin worked in some research facility that dealt with the chambers of the mind and subconscious. Most of his mumbo jumbo was lost on Natasha whenever he felt the need to talk about work, much like when ever she talked about her job at the studio was lost on him, but in their differences they were able to still enjoy the simple things in life.
"You okay, Tish?" asked Kevin, his voice low and colored with concern. He used the same nickname he had given her back in their first year of college, telling her that the name Natasha reminded him Rocky and Bullwinkle.
"Migraine, just took stuff." Mumbled Natasha, her vocal cords refusing to enunciate. The pulsating feeling behind her eyes made every word leaving her lips feel like a lead brick was being placed on her head.
"Okay, I will try to keep it quiet," says Kevin quietly as he turns and shut the door, making her room completely dark. Natasha closed her eyes in the darkness and tried to find her happy place while she waited for the drugs to kick in.
