nina natale (nnn) wrote in darkestdays, @ 2009-12-06 22:39:00 |
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Somedays Natalya wondered what Chicago looked like before the city was filled with lights and smog, what the night sky must have looked like; as these days it was cloudy and always dreary, no matter what the weatherman said. As she stumbled back home, knowing somewhere in her deep in her hidden sober mind she shouldn't be walking and certainly not concerned with the night sky, Natalya still moved on, not honestly sure herself why she did not just pick up the phone and call the driver or even her father or brother. Well- no, she knew why she didn't call either of the latter. While she expected no less out of her father concerning holidays and attendance, she was still rather bitter; and with Dimitri- well.... regardless of what she told him, they were still at odds over Roman. Roman. Which lead to why she was stumbling home to begin with after a very late night of partying, drinking, drugs, and she was pretty sure she remembered making out with some guy that had to leave after a buddy leaned over to him. She didn't know why- but he had stopped and it left her both miserable (or more miserable then she already was) and sexually frustrated. And the cold night air was doing little to help. She had loved Roman in a completely platonic way. He had been her best friend just as he had been Dimitri's, and to have lost him- she cried for hours when she had first heard, and getting the message from her father... She'd wanted to scream. Help Svet? What about her?! He'd been like a brother to her as well! He had been the one holding her together as she and Dimitri fought! Now she was alone with her.....frienemy and bastard half-sister. Neither were what she called close. Natalya felt alone and confused, alone and lost. And she could not even cling to Dimitri or help Dimitri as he had too lost a friend. They were barely speaking. So she did what she did best when miserable, she left the apartment to find other means of comfort. A good high and a pretty glass of liquor were just what she needed; and just what was called for. Though at this point she couldn't really remember how to walk in heels, or really even how to get home. Hmm. Awkward. |