Spirit Lake Ep. 1.39

Roxanne stood at the sink, the water running hot. She could see little wisps of steam evaporate over the small plastic basin. She couldn’t seem to focus. Her eyes never seemed to stay on just one thing, and when they did the whole world seemed to just stop, vanishing into a cloud of white.
She shook her head, trying to snap back into reality, but it wasn’t happening. She was to tired, to frightened and to hung over to deal with any of this.
She looked in the mirror and frowned. Her make-up was smeared, and she had a nice sized bruise forming on her right cheek from her little fight with Harvey.
She was guessing that Moira hadn’t liked that Harvey had lost that round.
She closed her eyes, her hands gripping the side of the sink. The sobs started again, but the tears were few and far between. She just didn’t have anything left in her. She was so drained.
She had dealt with so much in Chicago, but nothing compared to this. She had seen violence, but nothing this brutal. She was in over her head, and all she wanted was out.
She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down. If she didn’t get a hold on things she would go insane. She could feel her mind right on the edge, getting ready to let go.
She turned the water to cold, and waited for it to cool before taking a handful and splashing it against her face.
Blindly she reached, her hand grabbing for a paper towel. Instead she found her hand resting on a bare, human shoulder.
"Welcome to Spirit Lake, Roxanne." The voice was a whisper. "I hope you enjoy your stay."
Her eyes snapped open and she screamed. She expected someone, something to come at her, but all she saw was empty space.
She was alone.
She checked the stalls, but no one was there.
She couldn’t stay in that room, alone, for one second longer. Even though she could see no one, she could still feel something. She rushed to the door, grabbing the handle and froze.
A soft, warm breath hit the back of her neck, followed by a small sigh.
It was as if an electric bolt had shot up Roxanne’s spine. She pulled the door open, rushing into the bar.
She saw Julie doing the same thing at the front door.
Their eyes met, but they said nothing. They just walked back to their table and sat down. She could feel Julie’s hand grab hers, then give it a squeeze.
"I don’t really feel like being alone right now, do you?" Julie’s voice shook as she spoke.
"Not really."
"Good."