Who: Sally Ann and Oliver What: Sally is highly upset over Verity Where: Their houseeee When: Wednesday, late afternoon Rating: PG?
This is why Sally Ann didn't like getting close to anyone. First it had been her step father. He had walked into their lives, picked up all the pieces, made her happier than she had ever been, and then he had gone and died. Left them to fend for themselves once again. Of course it wasn't exactly his fault, but it was still there. Then her mother had decided that life wasn't worth living anymore without him, daughter be damned. Obviously Sally Ann hadn't been enough for her to want to stay, to want to try. What a number that did on a teenager's self esteem. Your own mother couldn't even find the strength to continue living on for you. It was total and complete bullshit, in her opinion. Countless so called friends, acquaintances, they were all the same. No one cared. Nobody stayed. It was all just trivial bullshit.
But when she had arrived in the village she had hoped, no dreamed, that things would be different. And they seemed to be, for a while. She had even developed a friendship, or honestly, more of a crush on Verity. She was bubbly, bright, and no nonsense. She took the world by the horns and had a hell of a time doing it, making Sally Ann want to do the same, want to experience life all over again when she had shut so many things out. For once, Sally had wanted to know someone again on a level that was more than just the surface. She had wanted to get attached, she had wanted to feel for someone again. It was both terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time, a feeling she had been missing for a while.
It was great. She was happy. Things were looking up. And then? It was all gone again. It was as though that tiny little new world she had been trying to build up had been smashed to pieces again in a most violent manner. It broke her heart, and all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball in cry.
So she did just that, job be damned. Sirius could survive without her. It was a fucking pet store, after all. Sometimes she was quiet, staring at a wall and thinking about nothing in particular. But most of the time she was sobbing into her pillow, sometimes violently, sometimes quietly. But before long her eyes were swollen and red and her hair was a mess from tugging on it so hard. Maybe if she pulled hard enough, she would wake up from this nightmare. Her real life may have not been that great, but at least it made some fucking sense. But this? It was just more bullshit all over again, and this time she couldn't seem to run away from it.