Devon Ava Sawyer (systemoverload) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-04-18 21:36:00 |
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Current mood: | sad |
Entry tags: | april 2010 |
Who: Eleanor
What: Everybody's got their issues
Where: Her folks place and then the beach
When: Saturday evening
Rating: PG-13
Status: Closed (Solo)
Black tie events were highly ridiculous in Eleanor’s well versed opinion, given how everybody played nice, plastering fake smiles when all they did was bitch about one another behind each other’s backs, and acting like they were somehow better.
Her parents did it better than anybody else.
Especially her mother.
The entire evening had been like an act out of a poorly written play, one that involved Eleanor playing the role of good daughter to her mother who would rhapsodise about her achievements in front of other people whilst tearing her down in private, away from prying eyes and ears.
Apparently she was overweight, pale, not looking after herself and turning off people or as her mother said ‘putting off young men’. On one hand she was the wonderful over achieving daughter and on the other she was nothing if not a big fat disappointment to her parents, something they never let her forget.
She always thought herself ready for whatever her parents were going to throw at her, but it didn’t matter how thick her skin was, something always got through. Usually her mother’s barbs hit closer to home than anything else, meaning Eleanor bit back in a bitchy way that only served to create an even bigger feeling of worthlessness.
The entire night had been a train wreck, from beginning to end.
When it was finally over Eleanor didn’t even bother saying goodbye and just left, walking away in those heels that had seemed to do nothing but bother her all evening. Another symptom of being around her parents too long, everything that was normally comfortable was the complete opposite, heels included.
She didn’t go home.
Instead she made her way to the beach and let down her meticulously put up hair and found her way to the very edge, near the shallow, where the waves washed up and sat squarely in the sand.
“Breathe,” she muttered as she felt emotions trying to get the better of her and just focused her gaze on the open sea. “Just breathe, Ellie. Just keep breathing, they’re not worth it, she’s not worth it.”
Of course saying it didn’t mean it stopped the gathering of tears that burned the very edges of her eyes, making it hard to see beyond the blurring vision.
Not that any tears fell, they never did.