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“A junkie is someone who uses their body to tell society that something is wrong.”
•°o.O O.o°• Ȼatheraine ӎaria Ȼaimbridge•°o.O O.o°•
When the alarm clock went off that morning all Catheraine could manage to do was roll over and turn it off. She groaned, her long dark curls falling over her shoulder like a dark river, ending only an inch or so after her elbows.It had once been shorter, but she'd let it grow long for a change. Green eyes stared at the time-was she home? She must have been, though Catheraine couldn't say how exactly she'd managed to get home. She sat up, and let herself think back to the night before.
Her parents had come home, for the first time in several weeks. She supposed they'd been on another business trip. She groaned again, no doubt they'd be up by now, and she didn't know if they'd heard her come in the night before, well into the early morning hours. They were her problem. She knew that, they drove her to do the things she did by placing unreal expectations on her shoulders. She hated them. They had adopted her from Romania when she was eight, forced her to change her name to something English sounding, and when they put her in cello and piano classes they had expected her to place first and first only. Anyone knew that was near impossible all the time, but they expected it. And she'd learned to dread music competitions because she ended up vomiting out of sheer nervousness-not because of the performance itself but for after. She never told anyone about how they screamed at her, it seemed stupid to her that it should bother her so much. But it did.
And then someone had offered her something to help take away the pain, one night at a party and she'd taken it. And that was exactly why she was in this position now, three days after a competition where she'd placed third, her parents had ripped into her the night before and she'd gone out to take away the pain. She hadn't always been the way she was now, Catheraine had been a straight A student, and one of the best musicians her school had had. She'd been late for everything still, but by mere moments, not hours. She sighed softly as she got out of bed, trying to remember what s he had to do that day.
A movie?
She paused. ”Fu*k!” she muttered as she thought back. She had had plans with Brooke the night before. A movie the girl had wanted to see. She bit her lip, finding a clean tank top and a blue zip up hoody and a pair of light blue jeans. Nothing fancy, she didn't have it in her to be fancy. Her stomach churned and she stopped everything long enough to run to her bedroom's bathroom and throw whatever remained in her stomach up and into the toilet. A shower came next and she did it quickly,trying to wash off the smell of booze and she swore drugs too. Her arms had red marks on them from the needles she'd taken but that wasn't unusual. It was why she wore long sleeved shirts and simply passed it off as her being cold.
She got ready quickly, having remembered she and her friends were supposed to meet at the mall. Catheraine didn't bother eating, she pulled on her sneakers, got the keys to her jeep and slid out the door before her parents realized she was gone. The drive to the mall was quick, and she wandered about for a good fifteen minutes before she spotted Brooke in the cafeteria. She headed over, her voice sounding in the noisy room before she so much had sat down. “Brooke, I am so sorry about last night.”
•°o.O O.o°• Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs,alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself,he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort. •°o.O O.o°•.
Rhesi · Sat Apr 11, 2009 @ 01:32pm · 0 Comments |
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