Lying to herself// Liquor's top shelf (luke)
Sept 27, 2012 11:45:26 GMT -5
Post by kneedles on Sept 27, 2012 11:45:26 GMT -5
[/size][/justify][/color]It was like starving. A hollowed out, empty feeling eating her from the inside out leaving nothing behind but brittle bones. Some days Tallow didn’t even know how she was still breathing, now that her innards; heart, lungs, intestines were spread out over the plains stretching far across the dust bowl and dying farmland all the way to the eastern side of district ten. She was just a carcass now, hanging up from a hook in the smoke house, drawn, bled out and sliced up, the stench of death lingering all around her. Losing the baby had left her with the physical ache; dull cramps, thick clots of blood slowly thinning, turning to a leak of watery bright red fluids like whirling petals on a rose, lettuce leaves tucked into her brassiere to soothe the soreness of her breasts at the midwives suggestion as the weeping dribble of milk began to run dry. The feeling, the hurt, seeping out of her until she was dried up. Loosing Scutcher was worse though. She’d always meant every word of what she’d said to him- that they were one person split right down the middle, about needing him, breathing him like oxygen and now that he was gone, Tallow didn’t know what she was. Aside from some half formed, warped monstrosity.
It ain’t like he’s dead, Tallow, she could tell herself firmly to coax herself out of bed, to get back into her clothes and force herself to brush her hair one hundred times like always in the morning. But in some ways it was almost worse that he was still alive- as strange as that might have seemed. Tallow was sure that the only way she would have left Scutcher was if a knife had been plunged into her chest and she’d been bled out messily into the dirt and the ease with which he’d plucked himself away from her, untangled their bones, intertwining blood vessels and knotted up nerves, hurt as badly as a knife wound.
The first letter had come shortly after he’d left, with twenty dollars slotted into the envelope. Got East staying with Lizzerd got job am send more munny. Eleven words and no explanation for Tallow, nothing about missing her or even asking about her health when it was his fucking baby that had left her like this. “Is that it?” her father had stormed, grasping the money and Tallow had to agree with him. After everything; losing the baby, after getting mixed up with Naif Malloc and Elias Poers to protect him, after nights coiled up in each other’s arms whispering feverishly, “I love you, I love you, I need you, I’ll never leave you’ after she’d given her life to keeping him safe, keeping him calm and keeping him close was that it? Eleven fucking words. Pocketing the twenty bucks, Loomis had tossed the envelope aside and Tallow had seen the return address printed carefully in a hand that wasn’t Scutcher’s messy scrawl. He must have asked Lizard, their cousin, to do it- had wanted to make sure it was right, probably in the homes that she would write back to him.
And she’s thought about it. Eleven words to match his own; You’re a fucking coward, Scutcher Tansy. I hate you…come home. But Tallow wouldn’t give him the satisfaction or the comfort of hearing from her. If he was missing her then it was his own fucking fault- he should never have gone.
Pulling on a sweater, Tallow raked her hair to one side and looked at herself closely in the mirror. Like nothing ever happened, she told herself firmly, though there were circles under her eyes and a drawn out, jaundiced pallor to her skin. Her parents had said something about not being able to run all around town anymore- too little too fucking late and anyway, she’d gotten knocked up right here at home so that little rule wouldn’t have been much use in the first place- but Tallow was just ignoring it. After fifteen years they couldn’t just start parenting her now, just start noticing she existed and expect Tallow to just go along with it. She had a little time off school and Tallow was going stir crazy with it- needed to get out and breathe in air that didn’t smell like Scutcher. She needed to get on with her life, to send the message that Tallow Tansy wasn’t down yet. Not without a fight. It would be worse now anyway- without Scutcher there was precious little left to keep her human.
Clambering out of her window to avoid the awkward questions from her parents, Tallow stepped out into the yard, the autumn rain coming and churning up the mud so that it was ankle deep again. Tallow would never understand his affinity to them but she was sure that the pigs were missing Scutcher just as much she did; they were starting grow thin, becoming quieter, despondent almost. Perhaps they already missed his voice, his touch, the steadfast fall of his feet on the mud, the dependable way his routine would always go. His clothes were still kept folded in the bureaux, his flowers grow a little limp in their old jars at his window sill waiting for him to come home. Sometimes she even missed the part of him that had been growing inside of her.
It was stupid, Tallow knew that; losing the baby had been the best thing to happen to her all things considered, but it was so tied up with Scutcher leaving her that it was the worst thing too. If she’d never have been pregnant he wouldn’t have left her, but there would have always been that chance maybe. With a baby he would never have ever gone. Tallow didn’t think much about having a baby when she’d been pregnant, just about feeling tired and sick and not enjoying cigarettes as much as she used to as well as that niggling voice in the back of her mind going, shit, shit, shit whenever she paused to think about anything but after four months it felt…strange…knowing that she wasn’t any more. Tallow had always known that there could never be a child, had looked at her life and chosen him and only him for as long as she could. Anything else would have been irresponsible and Tallow didn’t even want children in the first place. He did apparently though. There should have been an end to it all; soapy water, the lemon disinfectant she kept in her bed side table but never used for cleaning, standing at the foot of the stairs and tumbling below before anyone even realised what was happening. She’d considered it, come so close more times than she could count. But she hadn’t actually gone through with it. Not for four whole months. Maybe that said a little more about what might have happened than she meant to.
It was irrelevant now though. She’d been having a baby and now it was gone, she’d loved Scutcher and now he was gone too.
Only Tallow was left, hollowed out and empty.
But she wasn’t going to make that mistake again; it was stupid loving someone when there was always the chance that they would leave, or die, or just…fade away. Scutcher and Tallow had both suffered for it now- so she was just going to live for herself, for the moment, for…whatever fucking point there was to being here in district ten that she hadn’t quite stumbled on yet. Stabbing away at life like some dying creature gasping for air, the way that everyone did. It still didn’t taste right when she lit up her cigarette, but she forced herself to smoke it anyway, heading off in the direction of town. Not towards the community home; Swallow Anne kept giving her this look…Tallow could see it, even if maybe it was imagined, but it resembled pity and made Tallow want to claw it right off her face. All she wanted was to be who she’d been before, the irrepressible, unsinkable Tallow Tansy, all dressed up with no place to go, mouth smeared with red lipstick and some guy wanting to buy her a drink. And why the fuck shouldn’t she be?
Because Elias would kill her if he knew, because she was all broken up inside and the thought of anyone touching her right now made her shiver with revulsion. Tallow was just going to ignore it, she was good at that. Ignoring all the hurt and the sadness and the fear and wearing her face like a pretty little mask- it was what people had come to expect from her and Tallow wasn’t one to disappoint. So she headed for that bar in town, the Bloody Bucket, where all the degenerates went; the criminals and cattle rustlers, the liquored up vagabonds and jobless wife beaters, the skanks, the floozies and the fallen women. She’d fit in well there, Tallow couldn’t help but think- just a few months ago she’d been daisy fresh but dying on the inside and now she was wholly dead.
Ladies and Gentlemen may I present your Miss District Ten; the hollowed out, used up, incestuous bitch. Tallow smiles her secret smile, her makeup is flaking, lips stained the colour of blood but everybody still claps and the tears in her eyes reflect the spotlight. Making her sparkle.