Ivy
I fled up the stairs like I was being chased, all thoughts of coffee entirely gone from my mind. When I got into the bedroom I locked the door before pulling out a box and throwing underwear and clothes and shoes in. Anything that I thought that I might need I flung haphazardly into the box before going into the bathroom and throwing everything on the counter into a cosmetics bag which I proceeded to also throw in the box then I sat on it and after a bit of a struggle I zipped it up.
I hurriedly pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a tank top from the closet and put them on before painstakingly dragging the box down the stairs. By the time I got to the bottom of the stairs I was panting and out of breath and my wrist hurt badly. I leaned against the wall for a minute in order to catch
