RP: Freedom, sort of
Date: March 31, 2011
Characters: Mona Abernathy, Lauren (NPC)
Location: Rehab center; her parents home in FW
Status: Private
Summary: Her 90 days of rehabilitation are up, and Mona is released to the world again.
Completion: Complete
Mona was sober.
In the past ninety days, she'd learned to be in control of her life, instead of letting the drugs control it for her. Sort of. Mostly she'd just done what she was told and tried to take it easy so that her body could heal. And she'd liked that because she was doing all right here, Jake had let Star come visit a few times.
She still felt like Jake and Star, and even Mama, who had been her only other visitor, didn't deserve to be stuck with her in their lives. Star deserved a Mama who could be a role model for her, and Mona knew that that could never be her. Oh, she would try to be that person. She wanted to be that person, but it had been so long since she'd been any kind of 'normal'.
And she missed the high. Every day was a struggle, trying to deal with the realities of her life, of the relationships she did or didn't have with the people in her life, so much that what she wanted more than anything was to slip back into the oblivion that the drugs gave her.
But she was sober. For today, at least. Because, as they'd taught her, the only thing she had was today. Every morning that she woke up, she had to make the choice to stay sober. She could do it. Right? Maybe. Maybe. And maybe had to be good enough for now, because she didn't trust herself with more than maybe.
"I brought you this dress to wear home, Mona," Lauren said, holding up a pretty sundress that Mona would never wear.
"I'm not wearing that, Mama," Mona said firmly as she put the last of her personal belongings in the small suitcase her mother had brought for her.
"Well why not? It's a perfectly suitable dress, and you are supposed to be celebrating ninety days sober, you have got to snap out of this mood you're in."
Mona sighed, rolled her eyes, and said, "I won't wear the dress because believe it or not, I'm still me, I'm just me not on drugs. I don't wear dresses. I wear jeans and comfortable tops and sweaters. I'm almost thirty years old, so please let me dress myself, thank you."
Lauren huffed, but she tucked the dress back away in the back. "Well all right, then. Can't even indulge her mother by wearing the dress she went out of her way to buy her, but what else is to be expected," Lauren grumbled under her breath.
"Mother, please. I just want to get out of here, take a nice, hot bath, and get a good nights sleep before I go job hunting tomorrow." Because, yes, life was coming whether she was ready or not, and she knew she'd have to get a job fast so that she could limit her stay with her parents. She wasn't sure who wanted her there less, herself or her father.
The drive to her parents home was spent mostly in silence, but it didn't bother her. She wasn't feeling up to talking. She wouldn't have anything positive to say, anyway. She still couldn't see how her life was going to get any better. True, she wasn't hooking anymore, she was off the drugs, and she was beginning to build a relationship with her daughter again, but how long could that last?
Only time could tell, she thought as they pulled into the drive.
Characters: Mona Abernathy, Lauren (NPC)
Location: Rehab center; her parents home in FW
Status: Private
Summary: Her 90 days of rehabilitation are up, and Mona is released to the world again.
Completion: Complete
Mona was sober.
In the past ninety days, she'd learned to be in control of her life, instead of letting the drugs control it for her. Sort of. Mostly she'd just done what she was told and tried to take it easy so that her body could heal. And she'd liked that because she was doing all right here, Jake had let Star come visit a few times.
She still felt like Jake and Star, and even Mama, who had been her only other visitor, didn't deserve to be stuck with her in their lives. Star deserved a Mama who could be a role model for her, and Mona knew that that could never be her. Oh, she would try to be that person. She wanted to be that person, but it had been so long since she'd been any kind of 'normal'.
And she missed the high. Every day was a struggle, trying to deal with the realities of her life, of the relationships she did or didn't have with the people in her life, so much that what she wanted more than anything was to slip back into the oblivion that the drugs gave her.
But she was sober. For today, at least. Because, as they'd taught her, the only thing she had was today. Every morning that she woke up, she had to make the choice to stay sober. She could do it. Right? Maybe. Maybe. And maybe had to be good enough for now, because she didn't trust herself with more than maybe.
"I brought you this dress to wear home, Mona," Lauren said, holding up a pretty sundress that Mona would never wear.
"I'm not wearing that, Mama," Mona said firmly as she put the last of her personal belongings in the small suitcase her mother had brought for her.
"Well why not? It's a perfectly suitable dress, and you are supposed to be celebrating ninety days sober, you have got to snap out of this mood you're in."
Mona sighed, rolled her eyes, and said, "I won't wear the dress because believe it or not, I'm still me, I'm just me not on drugs. I don't wear dresses. I wear jeans and comfortable tops and sweaters. I'm almost thirty years old, so please let me dress myself, thank you."
Lauren huffed, but she tucked the dress back away in the back. "Well all right, then. Can't even indulge her mother by wearing the dress she went out of her way to buy her, but what else is to be expected," Lauren grumbled under her breath.
"Mother, please. I just want to get out of here, take a nice, hot bath, and get a good nights sleep before I go job hunting tomorrow." Because, yes, life was coming whether she was ready or not, and she knew she'd have to get a job fast so that she could limit her stay with her parents. She wasn't sure who wanted her there less, herself or her father.
The drive to her parents home was spent mostly in silence, but it didn't bother her. She wasn't feeling up to talking. She wouldn't have anything positive to say, anyway. She still couldn't see how her life was going to get any better. True, she wasn't hooking anymore, she was off the drugs, and she was beginning to build a relationship with her daughter again, but how long could that last?
Only time could tell, she thought as they pulled into the drive.