CAMILLA'S POV
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Arriving home, I still feel on edge, my mind spinning with thoughts of what could have happened, or what still can. I throw my stuff onto the bed and immediately go shower. I feel yucky, it feels like I'm covered in sweat and dust, and my hair feels greasier than ever before. I get dressed in sweatpants and a sweater, both black and pull my hair into a messy bun on the top of my head. I still feel tired, yet I'm craving some chocolates. I stare at my white sneakers, and my gaze drags over to my wallet laying beside my bed.
I can actually just go to the store, since I'm still standing, because I know for a fact that if I lay down now, I will not be leaving the bed until tomorrow, plus some soda would do me good right about now and I literally don't have anything left. Dr
