dahlia palmer (blindingly) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-02-03 01:52:00 |
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What had really been a few hours might as well have been years. There was only so many times Dahlia could hear a variation of, "Please come live with us, baby," or "We'll take care of you," before she started to imagine what it might be like to hit her parents with the nearest object she could get her hands on. Dahlia knew they meant well; they only wanted to make sure their little girl was safe, but it was too much. Her disability didn't suddenly make her a child again, a fact that her well-meaning parents seemed to consistently forget, no matter how many times Dahlia reminded them.
"We're thinking of staying a few nights, Dahlia. You don't seem like you're --" Dahlia couldn't handle it anymore. Just the thought of having her mother spend a single night with her, constantly checking on her and hovering like a hawk, made her sick at her stomach. She loved her parents. She really, really did, but she needed them to be elsewhere right now.
"No," she interrupted, voice firm. "Mom, please don't take this the wrong way, but I need to be by myself. I'm really glad you and dad came by, but I ... I'm tired, alright? I'm tired, and I think it would be best if you guys went home." The silence that followed was vast - a wide open desert of blackness that Dahlia had no idea how to even begin to cross. She knew her mother was hurt, probably angry, but Dahlia couldn't help her feelings. She needed space. If she didn't get it soon, she was going to crack even more than she already had.
Her mother cleared her throat, and the slight crack in her voice confirmed Dahlia's fears. "Of course. The, uh, the agency is bringing the dog by tomorrow to see how the two of you get along. We'll be by before then." And that was that. Her mother kissed her forehead, as did her father, and the two of them left. Unfortunately for Dahlia, she realized after they had been gone for at least an hour or two that the house was far too quiet when she was alone.
So much for needing space. Now the space felt like it was closing in on her, making it harder to even breathe. After another hour of feeling lost in her own home, she found herself scrambling for her phone. It took at least twenty minutes to send the text message, even with Siri's help, but she pressed on and eventually managed to get the text message sent.To: Marcus C. (Nurse)
It's Dahlia. If you're not busy, could you come over?
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