A Tight Fit [Dars]
Jan 24, 2013 20:49:56 GMT -5
Post by semper on Jan 24, 2013 20:49:56 GMT -5
Jamarion and Sephera, Marina and Reave – people just seemed to be making progress with their lives and leaving you in the dust. Where were you in terms of it all? Down-spiraling, if anything; ever since you felt as if you were in a rut, you turned to drugs. You turned to alcohol. You turned to all those things that for so long you swore and spat at your father for reverting to. No wonder he did it all.
Over the course of a year, things had not been too kind to you. Klaus had come back and you two drifted apart at an accelerated rate which was devastating for you. Your baby brother, the boy you grotesquely loved – he turned his back to you, leaving for bigger and better things. Everyone’s doing that now.
One evening, while Sephera was over, you made specific arrangements to make her choice for dinner. A lovely chicken alfredo pasta. Even though no one else was in the house – Jamar was nowhere to be found at the time – but you still made just enough for everyone. That is, unless you ate half of it due to either boredom or angst, which tended to happen often. Your ate your feelings and your belly showed it; that was why, as you sat and poked at the pasta, you muttered, ”I think I need new clothes.” Sephera seemed to perk up at the comment. “Hey, let’s go shopping. Tomorrow?” You shrugged; you don’t do anything during the day anyway. ”Sure.”
It’s a cold, blustery day – the kind that you hate. In fact, you hate all cold weather, which prompted you to wear a sweatshirt and a coat over top of it. It felt odd, though, being outside of the house and not heading to the market to get the day’s vegetables and things. Ever since you quit working you had nothing to do other than make sure the house was clean and there was food on the table or at least in the fridge for anyone to take whenever. You shove your hands into the coat pockets, ducking your face into the collar as you hurry down the crowded street, turning into the small coffee shop that you had agreed to meet Sephera at.
Inside it’s warm and much better than the frigid outside. However, your memories about the shop are not very fond. This was where the one boy sang and I swear he was singing about my life.[/color] Everything he had said was just hitting the nail on the head – you shake your thoughts away, quickly sitting down at one of the small, round, two-seater tables by a window, looking out at the street and watching people rush by all bundled up.
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