Keyana Veronica
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Sweat dripped off of her forehead as Charlotte stood up from her downward dog position. The pink foam mat squished under her knees as her hands helped her up. The TV was playing a generalized yoga work out that she picked up two days earlier for 99cents at the Salvation Army. With one hand on each knee, Char took deep inhaling breaths before she completly rose. Reaching blindly to her left for her neon blue water bottle, Char knocked a crystal vase to the floor. Dark,thick blood dripped from the side of her hand,as she pranced around on one foot.
"Fuck.God dammit." she exclaimed as her lips pressed to her hand, trying to stop the blood from gushing out. Her making it barley to the sink, she through her hand under cold water,as she helplessly reached for the first aid kit. Finally obtaining the bandages, she wrapped gauze around her flesh before securing it with medical tape. Charlotte wandered to her bedroom, leaving the medical supplies laid all over the kitchen counter.
Each hand grabbed a side of her tight, black tank top and pulled it over her head, leaving her clad only in yoga shorts and a bright purple sports bra. Her hand reached for the knob of her on-suite shower, turning the tempurature to a perfect warmth. The steam rose, fogging the mirror as Charlotte qucikly left the bathroom. She entered the living room on her way to the kitchen where the over look of her small town caught her eye.The small mainstreet was livley on this Saturday night with all the college youth home for a football game. Young adults crowded the streets hollaring as Char passed the window. On her counter was a half drank bottle of dark red wine. Contemplating a glass, she ignored her better judgement and took the bottle in her hand. Pressing the stem to her lips, she passed the window once more.
The crowded streets reminded her of her and her ex, spending time in the bars after games. It was an exciting life they lived before the two of them had split. Shaking her head, Char proceeded to the bathroom, where her shorts joined her tanktop on the floor. Taking the half bottle with her, she removed her bra and got into the steamy shower. Her dark hair stuck to her skin with easy as it became damp from the flowing water. Shamelessly, Char began belting out every song that was crammed in her tiny little head. They where all the wrong words, in the wrong order and even worse; in the wrong tone.
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