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Jumping Off Bridges
Author: Lady Macbeth
Story: Butterfly Effect
Character: Daisy
Timeframe: April 2004 - Daisy is 20, Juliet is 19
Challenge: Milk Chocolate #19 [detachment], Green Tea #16 [deadline], Word of the Day #25 [runction]
Extra: Fresh Peaches [You may encounter power struggles at work or with authority figures, so try to stay under the radar and refrain from petty arguments. Patience and persistence will pay off more than struggle and resistance.]
Word Count: 856
Summary: Daisy had every right to be angry. So she was.
“I’m cold.” Juliet got up from her desk to turn off the Air Conditioning.
“I’m hot.” Daisy replied, getting up and reversing what Juliet had just done to the air conditioner. Juliet looked up from her laptop, surprised.
“I’ll get a jumper then.” She muttered, walking over to her closet to get her jumper. Seeing Daisy’s sweatshirt from North Carolina on the floor, Juliet picked it up. “Can I borrow this?” She asked. “It’s warmer than mine.”
“Knock yourself out.” Daisy growled. “You’d take it anyway.” She added under her breath. Juliet spun around and glared
“What’s your problem?” Juliet demanded. Daisy stilled and turned to stare at Juliet.
“Nothing.” She replied and got up. “I’m just hot.”
“No, you’re not. Look Daisy, if it’s about Camille, I’m sorry, I really am.”
“I know you are.” Daisy snarled. “And I’m not angry about fucking Camille.”
“Then what are you angry about?” Juliet demanded as Daisy slowly got up from her desk, still clutching her pencil.
“I’m not angry about anything. I was just hot. What is so hard to understand about that? Fuck Juliet!” Daisy walked towards the room of the dorm, as if to leave.
“Don’t you dare leave.” Daisy stopped in her tracks, genuinely surprised that it wasn’t anger in Juliet’s voice, but frustration and hurt. “Look, it’s been two weeks since you last looked me in the eye and talked to me. I just want everything to go back. I really do. I’m sorry.” Daisy knew without turning around that those were tears in Juliet’s eyes.
“Okay.” She replied, walking out the door. Juliet broke down sobbing.
* * *
Central Park was cold. The spring wind was pulling at Daisy’s clothes as she watched large black clouds advance. She just walked quietly, biting her thumb nail and thinking.
“Forgiving people is the nicest thing you can do. It isn’t hard to stay angry; forgiving someone takes guts though.” Geena had said that once, when Daisy had refused to talk to her mother for six weeks because her mother had forgot her. She still remembered giving her mother the same treatment.
Daisy sat down on a park bench.
She was allowed to be angry. She could justify her anger with a million reasons. Juliet had ‘fallen in love’ with Daisy’s girlfriend. So off Camille went, enjoying devotion and worship from Juliet who ignored everyone during those what, three weeks?, that Camille stayed with her. And then even Juliet bored her, so she left off, leaving little Juliet in despair, expecting to be saved.
Daisy didn’t save her.
Daisy bit her lip. True, that was now almost a month ago. And she hadn’t loved Camille; they were more friends with benefits. Neither woman wanted a relationship. So why was she so mad?
Daisy closed her eyes and leaned back on the park bench, her hands in her pocket. “Are you scared?” Commander Lai always lifted her eyebrows like that, so belligerent and angry. They shone with fire. A fire that Daisy wanted to control, wanted to posses with such fierce longing… The memory of that fire never faded.
“Then why won’t you jump?” And suddenly, Daisy was wet. For a second she thought she had fallen asleep and re-entered the memory with such clarity that her clothes stuck to her and she began to shiver. Then she realised this rain was from the sky, not the icy lake. She jumped up and laughed in hysteria.
Back then, that fire had kept her warm. Now, as Daisy ran down Broadway to get to her dorm as soon as possible and escape from this animosity from the heavens, the memory of Juliet’s laugh made her grin. They had laughed about everything, from their eternal oatmeal breakfasts to Daisy’s inability to draw in art class. They had laughed about Dr Jenkins and Anna from 7B. They had giggled about Meg’s drama with her boyfriend and had made long plans about how Daisy could hook up with Dan.
Why on earth would Daisy abandon that warmth?
She had to give them her ID card. They looked at the picture on it and then at her, as she stood there with her soaking her hair and leather jacket. The rain had made her hair darker and as she caught her breath, Daisy laughed quietly.
“What are we having for dinner tonight?” Daisy asked as she re-entered the room, hanging up her leather jacket. “I saw John Jay is serving Pork Chips so I thought I may skip that.” Juliet swallowed before answering quickly.
“I was actually going to go down to that vegetarian I like, down on like 112th St.” She replied.
“That MOAZ guy?” Daisy asked. Juliet nodded. “I haven’t ever been.” Daisy admitted with a shrug.
“Oh, you have to go!” Juliet said, grinning excitedly. A fire began kindling in her eyes. “It’s like the best place ever.”
“Let’s go there then!” Daisy grinned. The fire ignited. It burst into flame, as if fuelled by petrol. And Daisy couldn’t help but love it.
Author: Lady Macbeth
Story: Butterfly Effect
Character: Daisy
Timeframe: April 2004 - Daisy is 20, Juliet is 19
Challenge: Milk Chocolate #19 [detachment], Green Tea #16 [deadline], Word of the Day #25 [runction]
Extra: Fresh Peaches [You may encounter power struggles at work or with authority figures, so try to stay under the radar and refrain from petty arguments. Patience and persistence will pay off more than struggle and resistance.]
Word Count: 856
Summary: Daisy had every right to be angry. So she was.
“I’m cold.” Juliet got up from her desk to turn off the Air Conditioning.
“I’m hot.” Daisy replied, getting up and reversing what Juliet had just done to the air conditioner. Juliet looked up from her laptop, surprised.
“I’ll get a jumper then.” She muttered, walking over to her closet to get her jumper. Seeing Daisy’s sweatshirt from North Carolina on the floor, Juliet picked it up. “Can I borrow this?” She asked. “It’s warmer than mine.”
“Knock yourself out.” Daisy growled. “You’d take it anyway.” She added under her breath. Juliet spun around and glared
“What’s your problem?” Juliet demanded. Daisy stilled and turned to stare at Juliet.
“Nothing.” She replied and got up. “I’m just hot.”
“No, you’re not. Look Daisy, if it’s about Camille, I’m sorry, I really am.”
“I know you are.” Daisy snarled. “And I’m not angry about fucking Camille.”
“Then what are you angry about?” Juliet demanded as Daisy slowly got up from her desk, still clutching her pencil.
“I’m not angry about anything. I was just hot. What is so hard to understand about that? Fuck Juliet!” Daisy walked towards the room of the dorm, as if to leave.
“Don’t you dare leave.” Daisy stopped in her tracks, genuinely surprised that it wasn’t anger in Juliet’s voice, but frustration and hurt. “Look, it’s been two weeks since you last looked me in the eye and talked to me. I just want everything to go back. I really do. I’m sorry.” Daisy knew without turning around that those were tears in Juliet’s eyes.
“Okay.” She replied, walking out the door. Juliet broke down sobbing.
* * *
Central Park was cold. The spring wind was pulling at Daisy’s clothes as she watched large black clouds advance. She just walked quietly, biting her thumb nail and thinking.
“Forgiving people is the nicest thing you can do. It isn’t hard to stay angry; forgiving someone takes guts though.” Geena had said that once, when Daisy had refused to talk to her mother for six weeks because her mother had forgot her. She still remembered giving her mother the same treatment.
Daisy sat down on a park bench.
She was allowed to be angry. She could justify her anger with a million reasons. Juliet had ‘fallen in love’ with Daisy’s girlfriend. So off Camille went, enjoying devotion and worship from Juliet who ignored everyone during those what, three weeks?, that Camille stayed with her. And then even Juliet bored her, so she left off, leaving little Juliet in despair, expecting to be saved.
Daisy didn’t save her.
Daisy bit her lip. True, that was now almost a month ago. And she hadn’t loved Camille; they were more friends with benefits. Neither woman wanted a relationship. So why was she so mad?
Daisy closed her eyes and leaned back on the park bench, her hands in her pocket. “Are you scared?” Commander Lai always lifted her eyebrows like that, so belligerent and angry. They shone with fire. A fire that Daisy wanted to control, wanted to posses with such fierce longing… The memory of that fire never faded.
“Then why won’t you jump?” And suddenly, Daisy was wet. For a second she thought she had fallen asleep and re-entered the memory with such clarity that her clothes stuck to her and she began to shiver. Then she realised this rain was from the sky, not the icy lake. She jumped up and laughed in hysteria.
Back then, that fire had kept her warm. Now, as Daisy ran down Broadway to get to her dorm as soon as possible and escape from this animosity from the heavens, the memory of Juliet’s laugh made her grin. They had laughed about everything, from their eternal oatmeal breakfasts to Daisy’s inability to draw in art class. They had laughed about Dr Jenkins and Anna from 7B. They had giggled about Meg’s drama with her boyfriend and had made long plans about how Daisy could hook up with Dan.
Why on earth would Daisy abandon that warmth?
She had to give them her ID card. They looked at the picture on it and then at her, as she stood there with her soaking her hair and leather jacket. The rain had made her hair darker and as she caught her breath, Daisy laughed quietly.
“What are we having for dinner tonight?” Daisy asked as she re-entered the room, hanging up her leather jacket. “I saw John Jay is serving Pork Chips so I thought I may skip that.” Juliet swallowed before answering quickly.
“I was actually going to go down to that vegetarian I like, down on like 112th St.” She replied.
“That MOAZ guy?” Daisy asked. Juliet nodded. “I haven’t ever been.” Daisy admitted with a shrug.
“Oh, you have to go!” Juliet said, grinning excitedly. A fire began kindling in her eyes. “It’s like the best place ever.”
“Let’s go there then!” Daisy grinned. The fire ignited. It burst into flame, as if fuelled by petrol. And Daisy couldn’t help but love it.