84 Broken Tips (1/2)

Spiderweb BTS_ADDICT 21970K 2022-07-22

SLIGHT TRIGGER WARNING!!!!

AROUND DINNER TIME

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Regan looked up at the door and ran her fingers through her hair one more time before clearing her throat.

”Come in,” she called out, pressing down her shirt again. ”Good evening Vix-”

Her eyes widened and then fell with disappointment.

AN HOUR AFTER VIXEN LEFT

Regan looked up at the ceiling, finding herself in the same position as she was the first day she ended up there. Helpless, tired, confused, and empty.

She raised her hand up into the air and stared at the ring on her finger blankly, slowly rotating her hand left to right to fully inspect the ring but the longer she stared the more she felt confused. She wanted to pull it off, throw it into a box, and instead carry an empty finger, freeing herself from the heavy feelings both of her rings carried. The red ring threw her into depression and the gold one just gave her a feeling of emptiness? Just bleak silence, waiting to be filled up with things she didn't have or know what to put in.

But she was scared to look at what was beneath the ring. The fear of looking at the pale space on her finger where a ring was usually held was so paralyzing she couldn't lift it off her finger fully anymore. Was it her fault? That she fell this low? How could it be her fault? What did she do that was so wrong?

Vixen's words repeated in her mind. 'Pathetic...pathetic...pathetic… is that his phase or something? Every time he comes here, he doesn't leave without calling me pathetic at least once,' Regan sighed, rolling onto her belly, 'I've heard it so much that I'm basically expecting to hear it the next time he comes in.'

She looked at the biscuit she had saved from her meal, laying uneaten on the table and the broken tips of her plastic fork. Then back to the bloated, throbbing stripes on her wrist. 'It was worth a try,' Regan shrugged, picking herself off from her bed and walking over to the biscuit. Slowly she leaned over and picked up the biscuit, taking a small bit out of it, 'it's a shame it didn't get rid of the feeling though.'