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muserevival2015-01-18 02:13 pm
headingforsomething) wrote in muserevival2015-01-18 02:13 pm
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084.1. Muse prompt - Lyrics
"Just to make my mind seem clear
Where do I go from here?
I see my breath pushing steam through the air
Shaking hands run through my hair
My fears, where do I go from here?"
• My Fault, Imagine Dragons
Reecy couldn't believe she was doing this. She had this weird sensation going on inside her, like she was numb and on autopilot, but at the same time, a pile of emotions were hitting her at once. She looked like shit. She knew that. Her hair was raked back in a messy ponytail, she was in daggy old sweat pants with a hoodie that should have been retired years ago but she loved too much to let go. No make-up, red and swollen eyeballs feeling like the were hanging out of her head, and her stomach was still in that constant roiling she couldn't ease. No amount of guzzling Pepto had helped. In fact, it just make her puke even more.
Her feet make a scuffing sound in their knee-high black Ugg Boots as she shuffled her way through the pharmacy looking for the aisle she had never had to pay any attention to before. This sucked. This sucked so damn hard, and she knew it was all her fault. Well, half her fault. It was someone else's equal 50/50 fault technically, but at the same time, she had always been one of those chicks who believed it was the woman's responsibility to make sure birth control was top notch. She was usually so fucking good with it too.
Then there they were. Rows upon rows of freaking pregnancy tests. She wanted to cry... again. Throw up... again. The weight of the world was on her shoulders, and if her foot could reach her own ass, she would be kicking herself in it for being so stupid. It hadn't dawned on her straight away that she could be knocked up. At first, it was easy to try to trick herself into thinking she had just eaten something that hadn't agreed with her, or caught a bug. Oh, how easy it was to delude yourself out of the stupidest shit you got yourself into. And she had gotten herself into a lot of stupid shit lately. At the moment, she just felt one little piece at a time, her world was falling apart around her because she made too many stupid mistakes.
This one was just in a whole category of stupid on its own. Drunk unprotected sex with an asshole. Great. She could potentially have half-asshole spawning inside her and she wanted to just stand there and burst into tears. Why couldn't it have been a lovely gentleman who she had hot drunk sex with? She was even more nervy because this was the exact store said asshole had sauntered up to her and tried to hit her up for a second round. He deserved the slap i nthe face he got, as far as she was concerned. Maybe the predicament she was in right now made her a slut on some level, but she didn't think she was. She had a night of fun and now she was paying the price. Goddamnt life was a cruel bitch when it wanted to be.
She didn't even care about what test she got. She wasn't going to stand there and analyse which was the best one and why. That would probably just give her a nervous breakdown that she was sure she was already on the way to. She just grabbed the most expensive on the top shelf. To good shit was usually on the top, most easily noticeable shelves. If history was going to repeat itself and let the asshole walk into the store again while she was there, she definitely did not want to run into him again. She nearly threw it at the poor pharmacy clerk too. It dropped heavily onto the counter and she couldn't make eye contact when she dragged some cash out of her purse to pay for it. "Keep the change," she mumbled, grabbing it up before it could even be put in a neat little discreet paper bag. She shoved it into her handbag and left the store as quick as she fucking could.
Maybe she would take it as soon as she got home. Maybe she wanted to keep playing an ostrich and bury her head in the sand over this for a few more days while she tried to pluck up the courage to take the damn test. All she knew was that she was sick, and she was late, and if this damn thing came back positive, she was going to have to talk to the asshole again.
Reecy Chester
{ Original Character }
Where do I go from here?
I see my breath pushing steam through the air
Shaking hands run through my hair
My fears, where do I go from here?"
• My Fault, Imagine Dragons
Reecy couldn't believe she was doing this. She had this weird sensation going on inside her, like she was numb and on autopilot, but at the same time, a pile of emotions were hitting her at once. She looked like shit. She knew that. Her hair was raked back in a messy ponytail, she was in daggy old sweat pants with a hoodie that should have been retired years ago but she loved too much to let go. No make-up, red and swollen eyeballs feeling like the were hanging out of her head, and her stomach was still in that constant roiling she couldn't ease. No amount of guzzling Pepto had helped. In fact, it just make her puke even more.
Her feet make a scuffing sound in their knee-high black Ugg Boots as she shuffled her way through the pharmacy looking for the aisle she had never had to pay any attention to before. This sucked. This sucked so damn hard, and she knew it was all her fault. Well, half her fault. It was someone else's equal 50/50 fault technically, but at the same time, she had always been one of those chicks who believed it was the woman's responsibility to make sure birth control was top notch. She was usually so fucking good with it too.
Then there they were. Rows upon rows of freaking pregnancy tests. She wanted to cry... again. Throw up... again. The weight of the world was on her shoulders, and if her foot could reach her own ass, she would be kicking herself in it for being so stupid. It hadn't dawned on her straight away that she could be knocked up. At first, it was easy to try to trick herself into thinking she had just eaten something that hadn't agreed with her, or caught a bug. Oh, how easy it was to delude yourself out of the stupidest shit you got yourself into. And she had gotten herself into a lot of stupid shit lately. At the moment, she just felt one little piece at a time, her world was falling apart around her because she made too many stupid mistakes.
This one was just in a whole category of stupid on its own. Drunk unprotected sex with an asshole. Great. She could potentially have half-asshole spawning inside her and she wanted to just stand there and burst into tears. Why couldn't it have been a lovely gentleman who she had hot drunk sex with? She was even more nervy because this was the exact store said asshole had sauntered up to her and tried to hit her up for a second round. He deserved the slap i nthe face he got, as far as she was concerned. Maybe the predicament she was in right now made her a slut on some level, but she didn't think she was. She had a night of fun and now she was paying the price. Goddamnt life was a cruel bitch when it wanted to be.
She didn't even care about what test she got. She wasn't going to stand there and analyse which was the best one and why. That would probably just give her a nervous breakdown that she was sure she was already on the way to. She just grabbed the most expensive on the top shelf. To good shit was usually on the top, most easily noticeable shelves. If history was going to repeat itself and let the asshole walk into the store again while she was there, she definitely did not want to run into him again. She nearly threw it at the poor pharmacy clerk too. It dropped heavily onto the counter and she couldn't make eye contact when she dragged some cash out of her purse to pay for it. "Keep the change," she mumbled, grabbing it up before it could even be put in a neat little discreet paper bag. She shoved it into her handbag and left the store as quick as she fucking could.
Maybe she would take it as soon as she got home. Maybe she wanted to keep playing an ostrich and bury her head in the sand over this for a few more days while she tried to pluck up the courage to take the damn test. All she knew was that she was sick, and she was late, and if this damn thing came back positive, she was going to have to talk to the asshole again.
{ Original Character }