Merry very late Christmas, Andromeda!
EDITED 1/6/09 - Changed to public. Since my two friend responses were so positive, and one was linked in her journal. Just please don't steal my angsty teenage children. <3
Merry very late Christmas, electrumqueen electrumqueen ! Enjoy. :D
Notes/backstory: Emerson and Spencer had been dating for over a year. Takes place after she graduates, halfway through the year. She was raped two months ago [um, yeah, I changed that part of the plot] and has been depressed since then and began hallucinating these ‘spirit-shadows’ about one month ago. She’s running away from home and will eventually settle in a city with a group of homeless people.
The Request: “All that’s left to do is run” + snow + mittens
[oh, but I changed the mittens part to fingerless gloves. Cos they’re just cooler like that.]
Emerson stared blankly at the letters in her hand, for the first time having second thoughts about running away. She hadn’t had the courage to tell her family and friends goodbye face to face, so she’d written these letters. Only three were left - her parents, her sister, and Spencer. She’d leave her sister’s on her bed, her parents’ on the kitchen counter, and Spencer’s in his mailbox.
Her stuff was packed. Her family was gone. She was ready.
She grabbed her purse and keys and left her parents’ house for good.
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It was snowing. She’d nearly forgotten, in her frenzy to finish her preparations. She pulled on her fingerless gloves, slid into the old Mustang her father had bought her on her sixteenth birthday, and put on music to distract her. (Thank God for Panic! At the Disco, she thought wryly.)
Five minutes down the road, her heart skipped a beat when she saw Spencer outside playing with his young neighbors. Tucking her hands into the pocket of her hoodie, she wondered if he suspected anything. They’d been having problems, but she’d been at least trying to hide her depression from him. She wasn’t sure how successful that particular lie had been.
By this time she was out of the car, and he was walking to meet her. Heart racing, hands shaking, she slipped the letter into his hands.
“Don’t read it till I leave,” she told him in a weak voice.
“Em, what’s wrong?” He tried to grab her hand but she pulled away. “N-nothing. I love you.”
With that, she turned and walked away - from him, from her hometown, from her old life. This was the last of her ties to break, and sadly the hardest.
She chanced one last glance back at her now ex-boyfriend, being held back by small, playful hands. They had no idea. He’d caught on by now, but could reach for her no longer.
Tears streaming down her face, she left him, sliding a little in his slushy driveway.
All her ties were broken. She had no one left, and it was by her own choice; though as she looked to her side and saw her spirit-shadows, she had to say it wasn’t really all her decision.
All she had left to do… was RUN.
Merry very late Christmas, electrumqueen electrumqueen ! Enjoy. :D
Notes/backstory: Emerson and Spencer had been dating for over a year. Takes place after she graduates, halfway through the year. She was raped two months ago [um, yeah, I changed that part of the plot] and has been depressed since then and began hallucinating these ‘spirit-shadows’ about one month ago. She’s running away from home and will eventually settle in a city with a group of homeless people.
The Request: “All that’s left to do is run” + snow + mittens
[oh, but I changed the mittens part to fingerless gloves. Cos they’re just cooler like that.]
Emerson stared blankly at the letters in her hand, for the first time having second thoughts about running away. She hadn’t had the courage to tell her family and friends goodbye face to face, so she’d written these letters. Only three were left - her parents, her sister, and Spencer. She’d leave her sister’s on her bed, her parents’ on the kitchen counter, and Spencer’s in his mailbox.
Her stuff was packed. Her family was gone. She was ready.
She grabbed her purse and keys and left her parents’ house for good.
---
It was snowing. She’d nearly forgotten, in her frenzy to finish her preparations. She pulled on her fingerless gloves, slid into the old Mustang her father had bought her on her sixteenth birthday, and put on music to distract her. (Thank God for Panic! At the Disco, she thought wryly.)
Five minutes down the road, her heart skipped a beat when she saw Spencer outside playing with his young neighbors. Tucking her hands into the pocket of her hoodie, she wondered if he suspected anything. They’d been having problems, but she’d been at least trying to hide her depression from him. She wasn’t sure how successful that particular lie had been.
By this time she was out of the car, and he was walking to meet her. Heart racing, hands shaking, she slipped the letter into his hands.
“Don’t read it till I leave,” she told him in a weak voice.
“Em, what’s wrong?” He tried to grab her hand but she pulled away. “N-nothing. I love you.”
With that, she turned and walked away - from him, from her hometown, from her old life. This was the last of her ties to break, and sadly the hardest.
She chanced one last glance back at her now ex-boyfriend, being held back by small, playful hands. They had no idea. He’d caught on by now, but could reach for her no longer.
Tears streaming down her face, she left him, sliding a little in his slushy driveway.
All her ties were broken. She had no one left, and it was by her own choice; though as she looked to her side and saw her spirit-shadows, she had to say it wasn’t really all her decision.
All she had left to do… was RUN.