|Darcy Marie Lewis (lightingsister) wrote in avengers_logs,|
@ 2018-11-29 04:48:00
|Entry tags:||-backdated, -complete, -narrative, darcy lewis|
Who: Darcy Lewis
When: Friday night (Backdated)
Where: Her apartment
What happens when sleep becomes your biggest enemy when your dreams become your nightmare and you’ve nowhere to run and hide? Nowhere that would be enough comfort to make you feel as though everything will be alright… Sunlight no longer greets you, but instead, you find oneself living within the darkness one knows so well…
Darcy had her own darkness, once she found herself in more and more these passing weeks. Tonight was no different as she laid in bed, across from her would be that familiar looking plush doll. Her fingers gently touching its outstretched arm. Already she knew sleep wouldn’t be her friend tonight, not that she’d gotten much sleep the past few weeks, to begin with.
Slowly, eyes shifted from that doll and down to her phone, that rested within her hands. Her thumb swiping right as the pictures changed each time. The tip of her nose was red. It was easy to blame the cold weather for that
but it wasn’t the weather that had her nose red. The more she stared at certain pictures, the easier it was t recall conversations from those moments. Which lead to a few tears rolling down over the bridge of her nose and onto her pillow, that had already formed a small puddle.
Her expression blank, even as she blinked and a few more tears came down, she didn’t show any type of emotion. Slowly her fingers reached up to touch at her lips, recalling the last kiss and how it made her feel on the inside. Her body curling up tighter into that ball she was already in. Her chest hurt like hell, and her throat felt tight each time she swallowed.
Finally, her swipes ended in the last picture. A selfie. Fingers gripped tightly around her phone as she came to toss it to the other side of the bed, fingers quickly grabbing at that plush doll as she curled into it.
Sheets pulled over her head, as she allowed the darkness to engulf her. She buried herself in it. Knowing very well the world was going to keep moving, no matter how she felt. No one was going to stop for her since her problems didn’t really matter. A broken heart didn’t matter.
But even a broken heart could be life-shattering.