xthegirlwithbrains--archive-blog:
⊰☢⊱ Trembling lips were streaked with tears as her blue hues darted away from her friend’s concerned expression.
”My mom…was a free-spirit, ya know? And when the world went to shit, she just…wasn’t designed to live a life like this.”
Her breathing began to escalate. Tears pouring for her eyes.
”I guess…she just went crazy,” her voice gave way to a sob. Oh, how she h a t e d to call her mother that.
”She just took off into the night. Pieces of her were eventually found…but—”
Her voice b r o k e.
”She poured everything into me. Honestly, my dad didn’t really give two shits about us. He was never around—she did all the work. And here I was, an ugly twelve-year-old waking her up every night from nightmares.”
”I just—”
She couldn’t continue.
Her tears did the talking.
ULTIMATE ANGST VERSION; 4.
[tears carries on coursing its way down
her smooth bloodied blemished cheeks.
the dried waters which shines in the light
was still there; washing away by the fresh
ones. she barely looked at anyone in the
eye; not even Clem, or even Luke.
she just lost b o t h of her oldest siblings.
the two who w e r e her only family – now
gone…]
