Her head pounded.
She picks up her phone to call someone, anyone, but immediately winces and places it back down on the bathroom counter. Backing up against the wall, she sighs shaking her head at the situation, at the world, at herself. Regret is the first thing on her mind in the morning and it keeps her awake at night but never seems to cease to exist. It always lurks like a masked black figure creeping closer and closer.
This was the exact thing she was afraid of when she was young. She always dreamed of living in her own apartment, walking the streets of the city, but never this. She never thought it would be so painful. She never thought she would fall.