waves are crashing [ OPEN ] and stars are falling all for us
[ Jimena spent all of yesterday in bed, sleeping off a migraine but today... today it's worse. She woke up with her head feeling like it was about to explode and her nose was bleeding. She threw off the blankets to her bed and threw on some shorts, keeping her eyes closed as much as she could and trying desperately not to run into anything as she opened the door and stumbled out.
Her muscles felt stiff and didn't want to move and oh god it was so bright in here. Leaning heavily against the wall, she squints and hopes that her eyes will stop feeling like needles are stabbing them. One hand comes up to cradle her forehead and she slouches. Her fingers being to massage her temples when there's a mocking laugh. She freezes. She knows that laugh and the attitude that comes with it all too well. ]
Look at you. I always said you weren't worth anything.
[ Her eyes open wide and oh shit that hurts but she can't look away from the sight in front of her. She shook her head slightly in silent denial. This couldn't be real. He couldn't be here. He just couldn't.
But, her mind whispered to her traitorously, Sam was here too, wasn't he? So why couldn't Frank be here too? ]
Go away.
No, I don't think I will, Mena. I think I'm going to stay right here. With you.
Go away, you bastard before--
Before you what? Kick my ass? Ha!
[ His face is twisted in a part angry, part amused and completely disgusted look. Jimena slowly slips down to the floor and cradles her head in her hands as she closes her eyes tightly. Between this headache and seeing him again she's getting dangerously close to her breaking point. ]
Look at you. You're pathetic. Just like that good-for-nothing bastard that fathered you. You're lucky I didn't dump your sorry ass somewhere when your idiot brother ran away. I could've gotten both of you out of the way in move.
Shut up. Just go 'way...
Her muscles felt stiff and didn't want to move and oh god it was so bright in here. Leaning heavily against the wall, she squints and hopes that her eyes will stop feeling like needles are stabbing them. One hand comes up to cradle her forehead and she slouches. Her fingers being to massage her temples when there's a mocking laugh. She freezes. She knows that laugh and the attitude that comes with it all too well. ]
Look at you. I always said you weren't worth anything.
[ Her eyes open wide and oh shit that hurts but she can't look away from the sight in front of her. She shook her head slightly in silent denial. This couldn't be real. He couldn't be here. He just couldn't.
But, her mind whispered to her traitorously, Sam was here too, wasn't he? So why couldn't Frank be here too? ]
Go away.
No, I don't think I will, Mena. I think I'm going to stay right here. With you.
Go away, you bastard before--
Before you what? Kick my ass? Ha!
[ His face is twisted in a part angry, part amused and completely disgusted look. Jimena slowly slips down to the floor and cradles her head in her hands as she closes her eyes tightly. Between this headache and seeing him again she's getting dangerously close to her breaking point. ]
Look at you. You're pathetic. Just like that good-for-nothing bastard that fathered you. You're lucky I didn't dump your sorry ass somewhere when your idiot brother ran away. I could've gotten both of you out of the way in move.
Shut up. Just go 'way...