Brooke Maddox (shadeofmean) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2021-04-25 20:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, !open, [plot] shooting stars, brooke maddox (shadeofmean), ~2021 april, ~~malia tate (eatandleave) |
Who: Brooke Maddox and Open
What: Ignoring the whole relaxing and healing to deal with her own thoughts from her wish.
Where: By the river.
When: Very early Sunday morning.
Warnings: Mentions of a stabbing, but will update as it goes on.
Status: Open, In progress.
The knife getting ready to go into her again caused Brooke to sit up straight rather quickly, crying out in pain from that stupid move. Shutting her eyes, she waited for the pain to subside before finally opening them again. Noticing something different on her dresser, she forced herself to move off the bed and over to check it out. The sight of her father in a picture looking older and happy brought a whole range of emotions flooding through Brooke. Unable to fall on her normal ways to avoid shit, Brooke pulled on some jeans and a loose-fitting top. She needed to get out for a bit.
Yes, she knew she should be relaxing, taking it easy, and healing but she couldn’t do it right now. Glancing at the clock to see it was only about 3 am. Brooke couldn't even remember the last time she was ever in bed on a weekend before that time. Pulling her hair up in a clip, she didn’t care to put makeup on. No matter what she was already hot, but it wasn’t like she could go do much fun shit with her side still in pain along with the medication. As much fun as hooking up with someone random might be, she knew it was out of the question right now. No way in hell was she going to risk putting herself back in the hospital because of something stupid. Grabbing the photo, she slipped out, hoping Chidi or Eleanor didn’t wake up and check on her. If they did, she had her phone for them to call even if it’d probably be with Chidi all worried. Right now she wanted to clear her head and get out for a bit. Passing two older guys who were drunk, she rolled her eyes when one yelled about coming home for a ride with him. Turning to face the guy, she made a show of looking him over as if debating. “Please I’m not that desperate to ride some guy who couldn’t do much for me,” she flashed him a smile before turning to head down to the river, ignoring the bitch comment that came from the guy.
It was quiet, which was fine by her. Sitting down slowly on the grass, she winced at the pain that came as she pulled her legs up to her chest. Resting her chin on her knees, she held the photo in front of her. Still in shock over what she was seeing in the photo that she swore was a sick joke brought to her by this damn place.