green eyes stared at the white ceiling while the rest of her body was tucked away in her nice, white feathered blanket. her thoughts couldn't help but drift back to the one who was sleeping on the floor below her..

she squeezed her eyes shut tight, as if to keep the thoughts from ever being thought. this was ridiculous! they had ended things a long time ago. that usually meant something was wrong in the relationship, right? right.

but she was the one who had ended it. she groaned, turned around to lay on her stomach and pressed her face into the pillow. she had just gotten out of..something..with someone else. she wasn't supposed to be feeling like this...but something deep inside of her told her that she had never stopped feeling it. she had ran because she was scared, simple as that. but she wouldn't admit that to anyone.

she pushed up onto her elbows, and reached in the little compartment of her headboard. if she couldn't sleep, she would make herself sleep. 3 quad bars [high dosages of xanax] were taken out of the little compartment and plopped into her mouth. a bottle of water was grabbed, and the pills were swallowed. if she couldn't stop thinking about him, then she'd just sleep for days.