Post by shelby alexandria merrick on Jul 21, 2011 13:35:00 GMT -5
*i don't mean to run !
BUT EVERYTIME YOU COME AROUND I FEEL MORE ALIVE THAN EVER
BUT EVERYTIME YOU COME AROUND I FEEL MORE ALIVE THAN EVER
Tossing. Turning. Tossing. Turning. Tossing. Turning. "Damn it," Shelby said finally turning over on her back and staring up at the ceiling. She couldn't go back to sleep. It was just too hard. She didn't even have to be up for another couple hours. What the hell was wrong with her? She closed her eyes and put her hands over them. Bad dreams sucked. No not bad dreams, nightmares. Why couldn't she just turn over and go back to sleep like a normal person? She already knew the answer to that question. She couldn't just go back to sleep like a normal person because she wasn't normal. Normal people had nightmares about monsters, or falling, or other things that just weren't happening and weren't real. She had nightmares about...about real things. For the past couple of days every time that she closed her eyes to go to sleep she saw his face. She saw her stepfather's face. Or she saw the faces of some of her nameless clients. No she was not going to think about that right now. Not at....what the hell time was it anyway? She turned over and looked at the clock. It was 6:20. Fine. Fine. Fine.
It was obvious she wasn't getting back to sleep anytime soon. She sat up and ran her fingers through her hair. She let out a yawn and then threw her comforter off of her legs and to the side. She grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste from her table drawer and made her way down the row of beds straight into the hallway and into the bathroom. She refused to look into the mirror. She was just going to brush her teeth, grab her cigarettes, go smoke, and then come back and try and get some sleep.
Once she was finished brushing her teeth, she walked back to her bad and put her toothbrush and toothpaste back. Going into her secret compartment in her drawer, she grabbed a few cigarettes and her lighter and slipped on her slippers. She looked at her clock and saw that it was almost quarter to 7. She slipped out of the cabin and made her way to the equipment shed. She leaned against the back of it that was closest to the woods and lit the cigarette. After taking her first drag she studied her right forearm that held her Marilyn Monroe tattoo. She took another long drag and closed her eyes. That's when she heard a twig snap. "Shit," she whispered and flicked the cigarette away from her. She made sure it was out and then slipped into the equipment shed. She peeked out of the window to see which of the counselors had interrupted her much needed smoke time.
To her surprise it wasn't either. She opened the equipment shed door and leaned against the frame with a smirk on her face. She placed one of the other cigarettes between her lips and lit it. After taking a drag, slipping the other cigarettes in her pockets, and running her fingers through her wavy hair, she said, "You know I just threw out a perfectly good lit cigarette thinking you were Sophie or Peter?" She smirked.
* maybe we're too young, and i don't even know what's real ! ,
BUT I KNOW I'VE NEVER WANTED ANYTHING SO BAD, I'VE NEVER WANTED ANYONE SO BAD
BUT I KNOW I'VE NEVER WANTED ANYTHING SO BAD, I'VE NEVER WANTED ANYONE SO BAD
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outfit , outfit!
words , 585.
lyrics , adore by the paramore.
status , finished.
notes , well hello there.