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Drip, drip, drip...

A groan escaped from her throat. This wasn't much of a surprise to her anymore. She limped along, not even phased by the sounds of her blood dripping. Pretty sad when you don't even feel scared about it. She just felt tired and annoyed. She placed her hand on the wall of the building to keep herself balanced. Her other hand was gripping her bleeding side. God did it sting...

Drip, drip, drip...

She didn't even know what time it was. But it was night, so she must of been unconscious for a couple of hours. It wasn't uncommon for her to pass out when she finished fighting with her archenemy, Olivia. Part of her was kinda relieved, so it meant she had a lower chance of encountering and worrying her friends. But the other half was kinda stressed, since it also meant no help, she was basically on her own. Well, nothing new there, she kind of preferred it this way, even if it was annoying. She just didn't want to stress her friends, or make them panic. New or old friends, it mattered not. She just hated getting sympathy... But some times, it would of been nice to get some aid. Her vision blurred for a moment and she panted softly, as more blood continued to drip. Once she felt less dizzy, she continued onward.

"Just... a little more..."

She told herself. She knew it was a long way from home but she had to keep telling herself it would be only a little more. It kept her going. Even if it wasn't true... She had to convince her tired and wary body that it had to keep going... So she wouldn't end up in danger or at risk. She knew her family was gonna freak... They always did. Especially her brother. She might have to go to the hospital, too... And miss school. Oh well, no PC Principal for a while. That was a good side. But it also meant she would worry her friends, since she only missed school when she got to this point, or if she got sick. The second one being more uncommon. But the first... Way too damn common. How many of them would notice her absence, she wondered? But she had to make it home, first.

"A little more... Just gotta keep going... Ugh, just a little more.."

She told herself again, limping slowly, panting softly. A trail of dripped blood was left in her wake, as she continued to limp, making the difficult journey to make it back home without losing consciousness...

A common thing for Rita to endure. Some times, when her fights with Olivia get extreme, she tends to pass out some where and not wake up until hours later, often being at night time. And then she has to do the delicate journey of going back to her house. Sure, she could go to a friend's house instead and maybe ask for some help. But she rarely does so, as mentioned, she hates stressing and worrying her friends. And seeing a friend of yours bleeding and covered in wounds? Yeah. Stress city there. So she usually just tries to go to her own home. Some times she may encounter her friends who are out and about, some times she doesn't. Some times she'll give in and go to a friend's house to get help. Whoever is closer, she'll go to. But overall... She often just tries to get back to her own home, before she ends up passing out again...

Did this as a way to relieve some stress, which did help. But for how long... Who knows. We'll see, I guess.

Enjoy, I guess?

Rita, Olivia (mentioned) and the artwork are mine.

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Drip, drip, drip...

A groan escaped from her throat. This wasn't much of a surprise to her anymore. She limped along, not even phased by the sounds of her blood dripping. Pretty sad when you don't even feel scared about it. She just felt tired and annoyed. She placed her hand on the wall of the building to keep herself balanced. Her other hand was gripping her bleeding side. God did it sting...

Drip, drip, drip...

She didn't even know what time it was. But it was night, so she must of been unconscious for a couple of hours. It wasn't uncommon for her to pass out when she finished fighting with her archenemy, Olivia. Part of her was kinda relieved, so it meant she had a lower chance of encountering and worrying her friends. But the other half was kinda stressed, since it also meant no help, she was basically on her own. Well, nothing new there, she kind of preferred it this way, even if it was annoying. She just didn't want to stress her friends, or make them panic. New or old friends, it mattered not. She just hated getting sympathy... But some times, it would of been nice to get some aid. Her vision blurred for a moment and she panted softly, as more blood continued to drip. Once she felt less dizzy, she continued onward.

"Just... a little more..."

She told herself. She knew it was a long way from home but she had to keep telling herself it would be only a little more. It kept her going. Even if it wasn't true... She had to convince her tired and wary body that it had to keep going... So she wouldn't end up in danger or at risk. She knew her family was gonna freak... They always did. Especially her brother. She might have to go to the hospital, too... And miss school. Oh well, no PC Principal for a while. That was a good side. But it also meant she would worry her friends, since she only missed school when she got to this point, or if she got sick. The second one being more uncommon. But the first... Way too damn common. How many of them would notice her absence, she wondered? But she had to make it home, first.

"A little more... Just gotta keep going... Ugh, just a little more.."

She told herself again, limping slowly, panting softly. A trail of dripped blood was left in her wake, as she continued to limp, making the difficult journey to make it back home without losing consciousness...

A common thing for Rita to endure. Some times, when her fights with Olivia get extreme, she tends to pass out some where and not wake up until hours later, often being at night time. And then she has to do the delicate journey of going back to her house. Sure, she could go to a friend's house instead and maybe ask for some help. But she rarely does so, as mentioned, she hates stressing and worrying her friends. And seeing a friend of yours bleeding and covered in wounds? Yeah. Stress city there. So she usually just tries to go to her own home. Some times she may encounter her friends who are out and about, some times she doesn't. Some times she'll give in and go to a friend's house to get help. Whoever is closer, she'll go to. But overall... She often just tries to get back to her own home, before she ends up passing out again...

Did this as a way to relieve some stress, which did help. But for how long... Who knows. We'll see, I guess.

Enjoy, I guess?

Rita, Olivia (mentioned) and the artwork are mine.