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[hr][sub]Sitting at home, high and depressed.
Interacting with: Leo, Marcus, Paige, and her mother.[/sub][hr][/center]

Devastated.

That was the word that completely summarized the feeling Dustynn felt through her bones as she heard and witnessed on the news of her work place blown into pieces by an explosion. All of her hard work to make the place comfortable, all the hours and many of nights spent working her ass off. Leo's dedication and dream, lost in a blink of an eye. Marcus, even though he was new to the job- became such a good friend and coworker in just that short amount of time. Dustynn had been on the phone with both of them earlier that morning when the news hit, the sheer anger and disappointment in her voice. Leo assured it would all be okay, but Dustynn knew this wasn't just going to be okay.

She had texted Paige after the phone call, out of anger;

[quote][color=fe697b][b]"What the fuck did you do?"[/b][/color][/quote]
The warning she had received Tuesday proved this wasn't an accident. Why were all these things happening to her, why did she ever have to meet Paige that night at the police station? Dustynn threw back a few pills chasing it with vodka- her body strewn across her makeshift bed and living room couch, her pajamas still clinging to her body. 

She wanted to scream, fight, cry. 

All she could do was the last one, as her tears streamed down her pale cheeks she rubbed them away haphazardly with the palms of her hands, sniffing loudly to keep the mucus in her nose and not anywhere else. [b]"Baby, you okay?"[/b] the sound of her mother's voice was calming as felt her embrace quickly. There was something about a mother's relationship with her daughter that despite the hell she put her through, was the best comfort to be had. [color=fe697b][b]"The club blew up."[/b][/color] she stated, her voice a bit raspier than usual and harder to understand from the sobs. Dustynn's mother cooed as she pet her daughter's head, tucking her dark hair behind her ears as she looked at her quietly for a moment.

[b]"It will be okay."[/b] the words stung more, but Dustynn nodded.

She didn't want to hear that phrase, it didn't mean anything in that moment. Leaning over, Dustynn planted her head on the arm of the couch, making room for her mom to sit down as they continued to watch the new's play clips over and over again of the fire fighter team fighting the flames and investigating the destruction.

The bathroom had never been painted.