Cold ComfortCold ComfortCold Comfort by thatLONERchick
In her heart of hearts she knew she was wrong.
She stared herself in the eye, the mirror throwing dingy light back on her tired face, and the deep blue of her irises were muddy with lack of sleep. There were dirty smudges under her eyes and her skin was pale, hair mussed from lack of attention.
She was wrong. But it did not matter now.
The funeral had been a week ago. She had not gone.
She turned her head to the left and there was her new piercing, a fourteen-gauge captive ring hanging from the lobe. Triplet silver hoops lined her ear above it. The skin of the ear was still an irritated red, most likely caused by sleeping on the fresh wound. She flicked the ring now and frowned at the tiny needle of pain that shot through the side of her head.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
She ran long fingers through tangled, inky hair and brushed it back into a ponytail. The rest of her running attire was already in place. Now with her hair out of the way, she was ready to go.
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