[whitexsuicide]

Amelia Marie Diederich

Amelia was out of it for the whole fight. It all felt like a dream. Her face hurt and her head pounded, and her feet didn't want to work very well. But dancing her drunken dance back to their room, she felt more safe, though she was about to pass out.

"thank....you.." The words sounded like they were not of her own. "Help me" She stumbled over to the bed and pointed to the back of her dress. It was suffocating and now with the bloody cheek she had she just didn't want to deal with it any more. "I think i might need a cold compress for my head. Try... no..t...to let me..."And With those words she passed out on the bed, with a small concussion.