[fandom_muses] July Topic: Dance
Dance.
When she moves to the music it feels like she’s not in her body anymore and that’s a feeling she got addicted to a long time ago. A time when her father was looking at her like he’d rather she was someone else - her sister probably - and she barely had any friends. When her mother and her weren’t getting along and the only thing she had was the way she felt when she was dancing.
Dancing made her feel alive when the world pressed down on her so hard she felt like she might die. For a while there she wasn’t able, just after she woke up without hair she just curled up and didn’t move for days. Her father’s look returned.
It was when she went to Miami to be with her mother that she was able to move again. It wasn’t the same, she felt bruised and torn all over. She felt like the world was going to close in if she didn’t move away from it all as fast as she could. She exhausted herself by dancing all the time and made herself sick.
Dance.
When she finds her way to the studio on campus and its empty she’s taken back to all the times she felt free there and all the times she felt closed in. Samantha decided that she couldn’t just let this thing that happened to her continue to fuck her up to the point where she couldn’t do the one thing she loved anymore.
So she turned on the stereo and started to move. She let the music flow through her and let her body deal with everything. She feels like herself as she turns her head and sees someone watching her. She doesn’t stop, only moving harder, every movement jerking her body back and forth. She lets out her anger and her pain and every fucking thing she wants to say to her father but just can’t.
When the music stops she looks up at the guy who’d been watching her. Her breathing is heavy and his look is intense and she vaguely recognizes him as someone she’s seen on tv so there’s only one real option for who she’s looking at but it doesn’t faze her. He doesn’t say anything and she thinks he might actually be drunk by the glazed look in his eyes.
She grabs her bag from the floor and another song starts up as she brushes past him he continues to stare at her and she knows she should feel unnerved but she doesn’t. She meets his stare head on and tosses the remote for the stereo system his way.
She doesn’t look back after she passes. It hits her in the car on the way to her father’s house that she just didn’t meet Logan Echolls and she wonders if there’s a club she can join for the children of murderers. Logan’s probably the president.
Muse: Samantha Landry
Fandom: OC Veronica Mars
Word Count: 490
When she moves to the music it feels like she’s not in her body anymore and that’s a feeling she got addicted to a long time ago. A time when her father was looking at her like he’d rather she was someone else - her sister probably - and she barely had any friends. When her mother and her weren’t getting along and the only thing she had was the way she felt when she was dancing.
Dancing made her feel alive when the world pressed down on her so hard she felt like she might die. For a while there she wasn’t able, just after she woke up without hair she just curled up and didn’t move for days. Her father’s look returned.
It was when she went to Miami to be with her mother that she was able to move again. It wasn’t the same, she felt bruised and torn all over. She felt like the world was going to close in if she didn’t move away from it all as fast as she could. She exhausted herself by dancing all the time and made herself sick.
Dance.
When she finds her way to the studio on campus and its empty she’s taken back to all the times she felt free there and all the times she felt closed in. Samantha decided that she couldn’t just let this thing that happened to her continue to fuck her up to the point where she couldn’t do the one thing she loved anymore.
So she turned on the stereo and started to move. She let the music flow through her and let her body deal with everything. She feels like herself as she turns her head and sees someone watching her. She doesn’t stop, only moving harder, every movement jerking her body back and forth. She lets out her anger and her pain and every fucking thing she wants to say to her father but just can’t.
When the music stops she looks up at the guy who’d been watching her. Her breathing is heavy and his look is intense and she vaguely recognizes him as someone she’s seen on tv so there’s only one real option for who she’s looking at but it doesn’t faze her. He doesn’t say anything and she thinks he might actually be drunk by the glazed look in his eyes.
She grabs her bag from the floor and another song starts up as she brushes past him he continues to stare at her and she knows she should feel unnerved but she doesn’t. She meets his stare head on and tosses the remote for the stereo system his way.
She doesn’t look back after she passes. It hits her in the car on the way to her father’s house that she just didn’t meet Logan Echolls and she wonders if there’s a club she can join for the children of murderers. Logan’s probably the president.
Muse: Samantha Landry
Fandom: OC Veronica Mars
Word Count: 490