<I Won't Be Sorry At All> {Hayley}
Dec 18, 2010 22:07:38 GMT -5
Post by peanutpie on Dec 18, 2010 22:07:38 GMT -5
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]Dolly Ann Redici was crying. A weak point in her boundries, she recoiled herself into the corner, with her eyes staring at the red painted wall that she found to be so odd, so painted, so scarred. The way she could put on an act with nothing but a small flick of a wrist. Her eyes were sad with the frustration she couldn't muster.
Dolly Redici was getting weak A crumbling of her surface, she had finally broken down and just cried. No longer was she tough-girl mental and physical abuser of her brother. Brick by boring brick, she was broken down to nothing but a quivering mass of sadness and madness.
She no longer had the stable mental foundation that had supported her through the anger. Her simplistic nature she had approached her anger through was a strong foundation and thick sanity. Dolly wasn't insane.
She took ahold of what she wanted, when she wanted it, and why she wanted it. She always carried those three things in her mind. If she wanted to do something as easy as write a note to herself she would have to go through all three steps mentally, so she would be able to face the trauma that would erupt in her veins, in her soul and in her mind.
Each adrenaline pump would lay on the foundation, the concrete one that she loved so much. But now, it was tumbling. The foundation had slipped from underneath herself, slowly crumbling. She would get upset under nothing.
Dolly Redici was weak.
She hit her head against the wall, making her skull pulse with numbness. She felt oddly woozy, and the familiar smell of floral perfume filled her nose.
She smelled this everytime tears were about to flood from her eyes, the ones that she had smudged this morning with black eyeliner. And the tears fell.
Dolly just cried. Unlike the headstrong seventeen year old she knew she was. She was weak Weaker than her parents, who were unable to accept anything.
Curling in the corner, she put her head in her hand, with almost a graceful poetry that came fairly naturally. She was a tin foil person, all show? Or was she smoke and mirrors? She before had never been Smoke and Mirrors.
Now... she was an uncurable smoke and an uncurable mirror. Or, at least in the viewpoint of her fractured mind.
Dolly Redici was weak.