Boyd Ainslie | Red Riding Hood (ex_sanguine300) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2009-12-23 12:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | red riding hood |
Who: Boyd
What: A narrative
Where: 1007
When: After Shane confessed, here
Warnings: Darkness in spades. This is not the place for Christmas cheer. Unexpectedly, no warnings.
Boyd was standing at her dresser mirror. Her journal was open on the smooth, marbled surface, a pen resting between the white, lined paper, while Frank Sinatra sang about coins in the fountain from the other room.
She carefully opened the tiny, pearl buttons of her nightgown as she stood there, revealing a sharp, angry bruise at mid-stomach. She pressed her fingers against it. Better today, she finally decided, and she looked up at her face. The bruises there were already fading, light and slightly yellow in the new light of morning.
She slipped the nightgown off altogether, and she slipped on her mother's cloak over bare skin, before taking the diary and carrying it to the bed with her, where she continued what she had been halfway through writing.
Dear Diary, I found out yesterday. After all these years of wondering and waiting and thinking it would make everything better, I found out. And I don't think it made a damn bit of difference. No, that ain't so. I'm still angry as I could be, angrier than I was before, even, on account of him knowing all this time and not telling me. And him knowing what it was like, the fact that he did the same thing to I think maybe I made it out of all this less broke than he did. But that ain't all that's been happening. I made The masquerade wasn't everything I'd hoped, but that ain't much surprising. And I hate the Landlord. But everything ain't all bad. I made a friend on the first floor. He's awkward, but real sweet. Luca There's a meeting at work tonight, about the fact that the trail's gone cold, and I ain't much looking forward to it. In summation, diary, things ain't worse and they ain't no better. But I did learn some things this week: 1. Don't lie to momma. 2. Don't think anything is ever gonna make everything all better. 3. Everything has a price - everything. 4. Sex ain't love, and love ain't sex. You gotta look for the caring in their eyes or in their words. 5. Everyone is lonely as I am. |