2019-08-11 - The Meltdown

The adrenaline rush of the Worm Incident had wore off as Minerva had gotten close to home. It had taken her about fifteen minutes to remember where she’d parked her car as she’d stumbled away from the carousel. She felt like she was going to throw up, but she’d managed not to.

And since the adrenaline was wearing off, she had found that she herself was wounded, not as bad as the others, but she had a tear in her abdomen. It’s where the blood was coming from. It had ruined her dress already. And the interior of the car. That’s what sucked.

Once home, she’d stumbled up the stairs and through the door to the apartment. Her shoes were kicked off and there was a moment taken to hang up her hat haphazardly. She was going to have to figure out what to do with the clothes.

Burn them.

And that’s what would happen. The raven haired woman was determined to get the clothes off and into the sink. Lighter fluid was found and she’d struck a match to toss in. The clothes were going to take a bit to burn, but she didn’t care. The fan was turned on and then she was stepping over to the fridge to pull out a beer.

She was dripping blood across the floor as she found her way to the bathroom and took a drink of the brown liquid from the bottle. “Well, better get this shit off of me. Don’t know what it’s going to do.” she shudders.

She turns to the sink to set her bottle down, but she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror and she stops to look over her face. She was still bleeding from the gouges. She was pale and she was without her eyepatch.

She looked like hell.

“You’re going to die before you’re forty, Minerva.” she whispers to her reflection. Just as she says that she can swear that she sees a worm trying to wiggle out of her empty eye socket. And it causes her stomach to roil. Bile rising as she feels her knees grow weak. T

There’s the salty taste that fills her mouth before she vomits. Given the wound it makes tears well up in her eyes and she smacks the floor hard as she tries to get the emotions that bubble up under control.

It doesn’t work.

Minerva just lets it all go. All that she was feeling. It comes out in a series of screams paired with kicking the sink. “GET OUT OF MY HEAD!”

The meltdown goes on for a bit, but at the end of it she’s gasping and crawling to the bathtub. She turns the water on and squirms in, letting the water wash off the gore. She draws her knees up to her chest. Not focusing on anything. Just letting the water wash over her. The water running from red, to pink, to clear is the last thing she remembers.