My hand hits something. I eagerly pull it out. Nope. It’s an actual wallet. I open it, hoping for maybe just a bit of money. Nothing. Empty. Angry and dizzy, I stumble into the bathrooms. I splash my face with cold water, and then sit against the wall holding toilet paper to my face. I lose track of time, for like the millionth time that week, waiting for the blood to stop pouring.
Eventually, I must have passed out, because I hear shouting, making my eyes shoot open. It’s not Kal, since her shouting in permanently ingrained in my brain by now. I shakily rise to my feet and walk out of the bathrooms.
A girl probably about nineteen is pulling smokes down from their shelf behind the counter. Her hair is dyed bright purple and black, with streaks of white. She’s wearing a black leather jacket.
“Umm hello?” I say awkwardly.
She turns around, and I swear to god, I’m looking at the most stereotypical goth ever. All her clothing is pitch black, same with her makeup. “Oh hey! Were you the one who broke open the door? I gotta thank you for that. Hard to get some of these right now, what with pretty much everywhere being closed.” her voice is high and cheerful.
“Uhh yeah that was me. I’m sorry, who are you?” I ask, a little shaken. I don’t even notice my nose has stopped bleeding.