Dawn Summers (dawn_breaks) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-07-04 10:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | damien thorn, dawn summers, open |
Who: Dawn Summers, OPEN
When: Friday night
Where: Some club
Rating: Mature for mention of drinking and angst
Dawn had handled more in her life than most eigteen year old girls. And a hell of a lot more than most her true age, that elusive around three to four-ish that haunted her at nights and kept her mind racing. She'd been used as a means to her sister's death, she'd lost a mother, more friends than she wanted to count, fought the end of the world and lived to tell the tale, lost and found hope over and over again. She was sick of it though, the cruel joke that was her life, the taking and giving and the taking again.
She'd tried normal, tried school and even tried to make friends. But then she started to slip, finding herself in the oddest of places in what she had thought were simple dreams. She failed her semester and turned her back on the semblance of normality she had tried. Made a deal with the devil, lost her sister and lost Spike. Oh he was there, but he couldn't look her in the eye and that hurt almost as much as finding Buffy's room bare and as though she had never been there to begin with.
The drink the bartender gave her burned her throat and down into her belly, but she asked for another and kept them coming untill the world blurred around the edges and the dull ache in her chest subsided. This was a normal she could do, an eighteen year old girl getting wasted. She just wanted to not feel for a while, to pretend to be someone else.