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Open your eyes. Go on, open your eyes, you know you want to. It's morning. Open them. Her eyelids, feeling like blocks of lead, slowly lifted. Ouch, no. Nonono. Too much to handle. It was too bright. Too bright. Make it stop! She rolled over and buried her face in whatever she was using as a pillow. The funny thing was, it actually felt like a pillow. Not like the rolled up sweatshirts or a body part belonging to another person that she normally used to rest her head during the night. Funnier still, it felt like she was actually in a bed. Like, the real kind. Not the makeshift kind she usually slept on. It was comfortable. Comfort? Ha! But where the hell had she gotten a bed?

She'd gone to a club that night to meet a dealer Brick had referred her to - apparently the mushrooms he harvested were the best around, and she could get them for cheap; he'd even throw in a dose of MDMA as an added bonus. And Heidi loved a good ecstasy trip, which would be even better at a club. So she'd gone, bought her drugs, and within the hour was completely gone, dancing on anyone she could get close to. Normally she didn't drink much, as alcohol wasn't a favorite of hers, but she somehow procured a bottle of vodka and refused to let go of it the entire night. And it was still in her hand when she'd followed behind that marvelously goodlooking girl like a lost puppy as she dragged her to one of the back rooms of the club.

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How many times had Heidi Cross found herself dancing erratically in a random club? Well, that was just it, she had no idea - by the next morning, she could scarcely remember what happened, and after a day or so it was almost always completely gone. She was used to those sort of blanks in her memory, though; they were frequent, a result of constant tripping. Perhaps it was an awful way to live her life, in constant hope of acquiring more drugs, but it was how Heidi lived. Ever since Jared had died back...how long ago was it? She thought hard - OUCH. No, don't think! Thinking hurts! Alright, no thinking. Thinking was bad; it worsened the migraine that was currently pounding beneath her temples. So no thinking. But it had been quite a long time, regardless. She'd been living that way for a long time, and she was absolutely not about to change it.

Of course, just because those blanks were familiar, that didn't mean they were easy to deal with. Like now, for instance. She was in a bed. That much was clear. But where was this bed? How had she gotten in it? Whose bed is it?! She had absolutely no idea. Open your eyes! Open your eyes now! Heidi rolled over and opened her eyes.

The light was utterly blinding - the late teenager couldn't see anything for a very long moment, and her head pounded worse than the morning after she'd been hanging out in Brick's alley one night with two bottles of rum and a handful of shotglasses. It was absolutely not pleasant. But she had to do it. Eventually her vision came into focus a bit more, and she saw that she was indeed in a bed, which was in a room that most definitely belonged to a person. But what person?

God, she was gorgeous. Whether it was just the vodka or the MDMA talking, she wasn't sure, nor did she care - all she knew was that at that moment, the girl that had just closed and locked a door behind them and then pulled Heidi on top of her was the most beautiful girl on the face of the earth. Her dark hair, a hot, tangled mess, fell down past her shoulders, and her skin was a very, very familiar shade of tan. Their lips were forced together harshly and oh, it was great, so different from Jared's cautious touches...

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Jared. There was someone who wasn't Jared. Now, that had happened many, many times before; it was a bit hard to restrain your body when you were consistently high like Heidi was, so yes, she had woken up in a strangers bed more than once. But this someone...this someone had been female. Now that - as far as she could remember - had never happened before. How had she let it happen? Had she really been that far gone? Bits and pieces were coming back to her now, and though she couldn't remember details, she could most definitely remember how much she had liked it...

So that was it. She was in a bed belonging to a girl, but the girl was nowhere to be found. Well with any luck, she could get the hell out of there before the girl made an appearance, because what if her face stirred up recollections she didn't welcome? She didn't want to remember any more. No, no more. As far as she was concerned, this night had absolutely never happened. So the District Eight teenager got up and made to walk swiftly out of the room...before she fell flat on the ground. Dizzy! Too dizzy! Don't do that again! Curled up in a ball on the ground, she became aware of the fact that she was absolutely, completely stark naked. And her clothes were nowhere in sight. Oh, fabulous.

There was a door wide open, revealing a pile of clothes along with some hanging; a closet. Heidi was very reluctant to allow herself to crawl over to it - what if they smelled like her, or something? Could she even remember how that girl had smelled? No, she'd been too busy with other things to smell her. And besides, she needed to put on clothes if she was going to get out of there. The Peacekeepers definitely would not take well to a teenage girl running around the district in her birthday suit...and she most definitely did not want to associate with the ones that would.. Heidi shuddered just thinking about it, so she dragged herself over to the closet and grabbed the first thing she saw: an oversize t-shirt. She didn't get to put it on, though; as she was about to pull it over her shoulders, a searing pain shot through her head and she proceeded to curl up in the fetal position on the ground, moaning and begging for everything to just go away.
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