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Kasumi punched her walls for a bit. She smoked a cigarette with a drink. Then she started slamming her forehead against various walls. Dizzy, she had another drink. She was Chief Executive Officer of sometimes Security in Club Xtacy dammit. People *respected* her. Or they were supposed to. Kasumi slammed back another drink.
They *had* to respect her. Did Kelly? Did Cassie?
Kasumi threw back another drink and yelled at a wall.
Maybe they were right.
Kasumi clutched her face with both hands and screamed.
Maybe they were right.
Kasumi headbutted a wall a few times, tried to work on an old HAM radio, then paced around her living room a bit.
>FUCK!
>FUCKKKK!
Maybe they were right.
Kasumi screamed, in a guttural tone as she cluched her hair, nearly ripping it out.
>AHHHHHHHHHGGGGGFFGHHHHHHH!
Kasumi swung her arm at the various glass bottles littering her countertop.
Maybe they were right.
Kasumi stumbled over to her bed. Maybe they were right. Maybe an alcoholic moron couldn't get far. Maybe she was the bad guy. Maybe Yumi was right to abandon her. Maybe she should take the meds. Maybe she should take her 'job' (provided by Cassie) seriously. Maybe she should try the meds (again, provided by Cassie).
Kasumi dry swallowed a pill, before chasing it with Jack.
>Mmmmmmm.
>...I don't know where this starts, but I'll make an Angel scream before I make a Devil cry.
Kasumi announced to herself before shaking her head. She slept, strangely peacefully as SSRI's took a hold of her brain.
