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Post by Drizzle Janice Benetto on May 25, 2011 13:37:38 GMT -7
I DON'T WANNA GROW UPwish I'd never grown up ==================
Drizzle had always lived a good life. It wasn’t perfect, but it was good. She couldn’t complain; she just couldn’t. Because Drizzle had everything she had ever asked for. A home, friends, she could attend to a good school; she’d had music classes when she asked for them, and she had a family.
Yes, she had a family. And then, it had been broken.
All thanks to her father, who had gone and had an affair. At the young age of nine, Drizzle had been horrified to find out. She hadn’t meant what it implied. The first time she asked her mother why she was getting a divorce, she had seen her mother cry for the first time. It had been a shocking experience. She didn’t know what to think of it… had Sol done something wrong? Or was she just upset that Drizzle asked such things?
Now she was older and wiser (or something like that) and she knew what having an affair meant. And she could understand her mother’s tears now. Sol had just been replaced by the other woman she would never get to know. Changed. Replaced. Like an old couch, she had been changed. Sol hadn’t done anything wrong. It had been Martin the one who had committed the crime, not Sol. He was the one that Drizzle couldn’t bring herself to forgive. Had she been her old self… had she been Janis, she would have been furious to figure out she had been cheated on. Of course, she couldn’t know… her only relationship in her past life had been ended by her drug use, and she had never gotten married. But she would have done something about it. Because it was only fair.
That morning, when she opened her laptop and started IM’ing with her father, she had been pleased to talk to him at first. Normally, they were on good terms.
The sudden change to her mood came when, all of a sudden, her father announced her that he was going to get married the following year. That had killed her mood. All she had been able to do was staring at the screen blankly. In the end she had typed up an encouraging, falsely happy response, excused herself, and snapped the laptop shut. The only question that roamed her mind was why? Why? Did he even know that he had broken his ex-wife’s and his child’s heart? Did he care at all? And if he did, then why was he inviting her to the celebration? Drizzle had the impression that he was rubbing his happiness on her face to make her miserable. Now, it was quite improbable that his intention was that, but that’s how it felt. She hated it. It made her want to punch something… and that was just wrong. Drizzle was usually a non-violent person.
She’d waited patiently for the school day to end, and left the campus. She was now walking around the lake lazily, with a blank expression on her eyes. She couldn’t really take it in. It hurt. She had been never good with taking grief, and her first life had been enough proof of it.
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Word Count: 529
Tags: Open
Muse: November Rain-Guns n' Roses
Notes: I'mma have the guitar solos from November Rain stuck to my head the whole day xD
Template by Anicat. Lyrics by Taylor Swift. DON'T STEAL!!
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Post by Andrea Rose Watson on May 31, 2011 13:29:45 GMT -7
Some days, more than others, Andrea missed the days were her parents were married. These were the days that she would think back to her past life and wonder if things would have been different had she married...would they have been better or worse? Her experience in this life pointed at the latter. Early in Andrea's childhood things had been fine. Even when Julian was a baby the Watsons got on fairly well. Any problems they might have been having they were able to hide from their son and daughter with ease. It was when Shelly came that things started to fall apart. To be fair to Shelly, Andrea didn't blame her. She might have at first, but at sixteen, she was old enough to realize that Shelly's birth had nothing to do with her parents' divorce. It may have been the final straw the broke the camel's back, but it wasn't because of Shelly. It would have happened inevitably. A visit home only served to remind Andrea of how much had changed. Rosemary Watson was now Rosemary Bowden, and Andrea had two stepsiblings. Stepsiblings that she would rather do without, if she had to be honest. She still didn't know what she and her siblings had done to provoke Anabelle and her brother, but the Watson children received the brunt of the other childrens' bullying. The worst part was, Andrea felt as though she couldn't do anything about it. Her stepfather would likely jump to the defense of his children, and she doubted that her mother would go against him. Anabelle and her brother could also play freakishly innocent when they needed to, which didn't help matters at all. She finally received an explanation for her stepbrother's behavior when she joined RSOR and saw him as a member - He was a pirate reincarnated. That explained a lot. Anabelle, though, didn't seem to be a reincarnate, from what Andrea could tell. One would think that if she were a reincarnate, her brother would have known and informed RSOR, after all. Maybe she'd learned from his example? In the end, Andrea really didn't care that much...she just wanted them to quit it already. Andrea, too, needed a walk. The visit home was yesterday, and it was still fresh on her mind as she headed down to the lake, thinking about the bonfire. The smell from the bonfire was still fresh in the air, even though the bonfire had already passed. She approached, surprised to see that another girl was already there. Andrea did not approach, instead standing a few feet away, pondering what to do next. While it was tempting to talk to the other girl, she could never bring herself to do it. Not without being talked to first. Andrea contemplated turning back and perhaps going back to the park and taking a walk there instead. Of course there would be people by the lake on a warm day like this... Word count: 498 To: Ani/Drizzle Notes: None |
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