and the world gets darker | {rave/dars}
Jul 13, 2014 22:04:53 GMT -5
Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Jul 13, 2014 22:04:53 GMT -5
GLORY AND GORE GO HAND IN HAND
R O X A N N E
THAT'S WHY WE'RE MAKING HEADLINES
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R O X A N N E
THAT'S WHY WE'RE MAKING HEADLINES
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Moving on.
That was what people did. It was human nature to care and to love and to appreciate, but in the end, we moved on. People grew apart as they grew older, and most of the time they didn't even notice that a wedge of ignorance to the other person had driven itself into their backs until it was far too late to ever recover from it.
Roxanne had fallen victim to this, not once, not twice, but three times. All the people she cared about were gone now, and she had to take some of the blame. Holden wasn't her fault, or at least she hoped. He seemed to have just disappeared, and his parents refused to confirm or deny that theory. Here one day, gone the next, there was no subtly to his disappearance, no long lasting numbness to distract her for just enough time for him to slip away. He was taken.
Bette and Dustyn- they were another story.
Losing Holden hurt her, it hurt all of them. They had lost a fourth of their group. But it seemed that those two were stunted with his disappearance, acting as if they were children, refusing to grow up; Roxanne left them behind because she had to, not because she wanted to. There was only so much she could handle, and when they reverted to playing childish games, hiding in the woods and jumping out at each other, when they still had sleep overs and only slept, it was too much for her to bare. It was hard enough knowing Dustyn didn't love her, but knowing he loved Bette instead- that was what finally broke them apart.
She still saw them in school, laughing at jokes only they understood (she would have understood them once, too) and sometimes she wanted to go back to them, pick up where she left them, maybe even try and put them together again. She couldn't though. She had already dug the grave and thrown her friendship with them into a dirty grave and waking sleeping ghosts was not a smart thing to do.
Roxanne was nowhere close to perfect herself, but whereas they refused to grow up, the redhead decided to grow up too quickly. Alcohol and drugs became habits for a long time, and for years she didn't see anything wrong with them, but eventually she straightened herself out. She still used them on occasion, breathing in repugnant smoke, holding her breath until her throat burned, all to feel the sensation of peace that she couldn't find elsewhere.
She was holding it then, and a person could have believed it was only a cigarette if not for the odor, but she was deep within the mouth of the woods in Two, and the only ones that ventured this far out were stone-cutters, and by this time they were fast asleep in their beds, dirt kicked under their nails and muscles thankful for the long-anticipated relief, so she breathed in the stuff again, calmness swallowing her in an ocean of serenity, and then she heard a twig snap.
She coughed, once, twice, what felt like a hundred times, and spun around. "I have a prescription!" She lied on instinct, her voice haggard and strained from the coughing.
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