Dr. Ellis Shepherd (ellis_grey) wrote in storybrooketown, @ 2017-01-08 18:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | hp: emmeline vance (emkins) |
Who: Ellis Shepherd, OT all (and multiple threads)
Where: The Rabbit Hole
When: Sunday night
What: Ellis drinking and singing her pain away.
As she'd recently taken to doing on pretty much every night she had off from work, Ellis Shepherd had gone to The Rabbit Hole for a few (or many) drinks. She'd felt so alone for so long... it was making her feel so broken and empty inside. But what was supposed to be a simple one-night stand had made her realize just how bad it felt to want someone, yet be unable to have them. Which, as it goes with any self-destructive cycle, led to more drinking.
She'd brought her guitar with her, hoping that perhaps she could vent some of her frustration and pain in song since the bar was hosting open-mic night. Dressed down for comfort, but still looking amazing in a cream-colored blouse and cut off denim shorts, Ellis walked (with an ever so slight wobble) to the front of the bar, sitting on a small stool and beginning to play and sing a song that felt roughly like how she was feeling at the moment: "Broken", by Seether:
"I wanted you to know that I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
You've gone away, you don't feel me here anymore.
The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
You've gone away
You don't feel me here anymore"
After finishing her song, Ellis sat there for a few moments, collecting herself emotionally, before slinging her guitar across her back and walking over to the bar.