quicklog: Cerise S/Cris M
[There was a chill in the air, and maybe that made it unfamiliar, made her untrustful. She didn't have a choice at 4 in the morning, and she pulled at her hair screaming into her pillow before she smiled, that telltale painful smile that said fuck it all, while she scooped Zoe up. Cee hated herself. She always had, but the kid made it worse. And her love for Zoe didn't even have anything to do with her but everything to do with Sid. Sid, Sid, Sid… she knew what his brains looked like outside of his skull, and she didn't know what to do. God, God. She didn't know what to do. This story was old. Cee didn't want to pass Zoe off like she'd been passed before, but Cris hadn't got body parts. Maybe it made him safer. Maybe she wanted escape.
She hated herself regardless when she knocked on his door, Zoe sleeping in the car seat within the car in the driveway.
Cee? She wore red sleeves. No make up, although there was some rubbed beneath her eyes. She seemed thinner.]