painted faces fill the places - briknope
Jun 2, 2012 1:24:55 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on Jun 2, 2012 1:24:55 GMT -5
i've been roaming around always lookin down at all i see. painted faces fill the
places i can't reach. you know that i could use somebody, you know that i could
use somebody. someone like you, and all you know, and how you speak. countless
lovers undercover of the street. you know that i could use somebody, someone like
you. off in the night while you live it up, i'm off to sleep. waging wars to shake
the poet and the beat. i hope it's gonna make you notice someone like me.
[/blockquote][/blockquote]Spoilt bitch.
Up went the bottle and down she went, sinking through a chasm of regretted moments and a sour-tasting concoction that was supposed to drown the pain, not the rest of her. And it wasn't as if Quartz had anyone else to pull her back out of the deep she had settled down so comfortably in, so much so that she had made herself a bed beneath it. Once upon a time, she had a sea-full of friends, a tide of followers, a current of confidence to hide the dangerous flash-floods of her mood. Spoilt, two-faced bitch. And there it was again, the change in the ocean and another wave of her bottle to crash down on her.
Yet a smile still managed to sneak upon her expression with closed eyes, soaking in the liquid as it ran through her system, tapping a shoe-covered foot to the quiet beating of rhythm in the music around her. Spoilt, two-faced bitch. There it was again, the reason why the seventeen-year-old was here in the first place. A constant reminder of how she wasn't good enough. Strong enough. Brave enough.'I don't care what you think, Daddy, I'm going out and I shouldn't have to tell you where!'How she couldn't even hold on to the one person she cared about, the one person who would always listen. Spoilt, two-faced, selfish bitch.
"Piss off" was all the response the blonde gave herself, gritting her teeth in an attempt to subtly shake off the constant nagging in her head. Whomever had decided that a conscience was a necessary part of a human's mind, Quartz would very much like to meet said person and give them a piece of her own mind. Preferably the part that wouldn't leave her alone, for that would certainly lift a weight or an anchor, more like it off her shoulders, body, chest, anywhere and everywhere on her body. A body that was now slouched at a counter she wasn't supposed to be leaning on, perched on a bar stool - as if she actually had a reason to be there. No, Quartz was there because she was doing what she always did - rebel. Lie. Cheat. 'What do you mean I don't look eighteen? You're funny, you!' That's all it took, along with a smile and a blink of her eyes, to sneak her way in here. Not that she cared, besides, what would anyone care to do if they caught her here? It wasn't as if she'd get arrested by a Peacekeeper for lying about one measly year of her age. Spoilt, two-faced, selfish, lying bitch.
There it was again - the rusted chains that kept her grounded at the bottom of this bottle, trapped in it's glass walls. The numbers of words multiplied and accelerated, as did the swigs of alcohol that met her lips. It wasn't the first time Quartz had begun to sink into a drunken state, but in the past it had been filled with fun and giddy laughter and friends. Now all she had in their replacements was an empty seat, a mess back home, and a collection of empty bottles piling up beside her. Slowly but surely, she began to float underwater, a little hazy in places and groggy in others - still bound by anchors that weighed her down, but a little less heavier. Once upon a time, she'd welcome the ocean with open arms. Now all it seemed to do was drag her under, drowning for eternity. Perhaps that wouldn't be so bad after all.
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