Rosemary's pov:
Practically barging through the door, I sprint past everything and straight towards the bathroom.
Izzy's footsteps quickly thunder behind mine, but not fast enough to catch up with me before I slap the door shut and lock it.
"Rosy!" she knocks furiously, "Open this door! What the fuck happened?"
My hands can't stop shaking for a second. Not even to turn the faucet open and thus after a hopeless struggle against fate, I give up, grunting my frustration while hitting the thing.
When my legs finally fail me, I hold on to the sink in order to slide down safely until my behind touches the floor.
The last thing I need is a concussion or a broken bone. Not to mention, falling in the bathroom was a lot more classless than getting an injury, literally anywhere else.
"Rose!" Izzy's voice blares again and again as the door threatens to give in at every bang.
But I know she doesn't have the strength to break it down so, on the cold floor my ass stays.
