emyli parker is addicted (rudeandcrude) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2015-04-08 20:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-18, emyli, toby |
i'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry
WHO | Emyli and Toby
WHERE | The park
WHEN | Evening
The world was spinning on its head and Emyli was just watching it fall apart around her. The spell or whatever that inspired everyone to forget who they were was long gone, but the effects were still present. As far as the dream eater was concerned, her mind was always under the influence of something or another, so what did this matter? She refused to acknowledge how bothered she really was. The spell made her forget her issues with her family and after freaking out over Eileen’s suspected malevolence, going home was the only logical thing to do.
So Emyli went home and Emyli got clean.
Not by choice, of course. She forgot about the drugs and the constant haze that she lived in from day to day, but her body did not. It yearned and craved everything to the point that her body began to rebel against her. She shook and sweated against her will and her stomach rejected nearly everything she tried to consume. She hallucinated visions of demons craving her blood, dreamt of kind-hearted friends who loved her, but nothing gave Emyli pause. The morning her fever broke was the morning the rest of the town began remembering. Emyli’s memories were stilted and hazy, but seeing pain etched into her mother’s eyes when she checked in on her cemented many of the more hurtful memories.
Being home was no picnic for her family and she couldn’t handle those thoughts, those expressions. As soon as she was fit to move, she took off, sure to grab a fist full of cash when she did.
Her phone had not stopped ringing since then.
Emyli. We don’t care about the money. We want you home. Please come home. The past few years… It’s done. It’s the past. Emyli, we love you. Please, please come home.
The park was all but empty and for Emyli, that was perfect. Her eyes were glazed and a little bloodshot, but that didn’t keep her from snorting another pinch of the coke she scored that morning. Ignoring family was easier when her mind held onto that gauzy feeling. She was numb to everything. The coolness of the wind playing with the dingy brown ends of her hair (funny that nothing mattered to her mother, yet the bleached blonde was one of the first things to go when she moved back home), the sound of approaching footsteps. Nothing got to her. It wasn’t until she was addressed directly that she realized that she wasn’t alone.
“Huh?” She asked without looking up.