|Parker (shinytomato) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2014-03-03 21:57:00
|Entry tags:||jessica hamby, parker|
Who: Parker (Open to Manor residents, anyone wanting to check on her or can stand as a narrative)
What: Baby Steps, Baby Steps
When: Sometime late Monday/Early Tuesday
Where: The manor
Warnings: Just a very miserable Parker and very unhealthy coping post cage.
Parker had not left the manor or even left her room (much) within the months since the cage and being brought back. If she was being honest she only left to get more food and booze along with rare outings downstairs to watch TV (especially since Damien had talked her into part of a hockey game during the Olympics a few weeks before). But beyond those rare moments she had slipped into a super dark place and stayed hidden from the world and even from people within the manor. Again if she was being honest she was sure Endeavour and Edward hated her while Sidney could care less (but she had made peace with Damien which helped somewhat).
But today she had to leave her room for one reason: she was out of both junk food and booze. Nobody knew she was drowning her pain in both since it was among the only things she could still trust. Booze stopped the nightmares (along with well hidden doses of sleeping pills) and food numbed what few emotions she had left. So she quickly dressed, pulling on baggy jeans over her beloved skinny jeans since she had also stopped caring about not only her looks but her mental and physical health on many levels. "If I can grab the booze without being seen it'll be a good run." she decided, having made maps of every access route from her room to the manors kitchen and even to the rooftop (one of the few places she had been lately, being high up was actually calming). After another 15 minutes of just standing at the doorway she made a break for the kitchen with bag in tow.
She was only able to breath the second she made it into the kitchen and its massive pantry. That was when the side that was pure thief took over: stuffing one bag with everything from nacho chips and popcorn to Girl Scout cookies and candy bars. She also grabbed 2 bottles of wine and 4 6 packs of beer from the nearby stash, knowing it would last at least a week before she had to brave another trip. But as she tossed another box of crackers into the bag a few stray tears fell, she had not cried since the last bad round of nightmares but the numbness was starting to crack. Parker did the one thing she could do to stop any waves of tears: she popped open a can of beer and slammed it back in only a few chugs.
After tossing the can she had a decision to make: risk being seen or hop back to her room via the rooftop? Part of her knew she was in no shape for the roof but the thrill junkie voice overruled so she slipped on a rig she hid near the kitchen and was about to be out with the stuffed bags of booze and food when she heard footsteps.
That was when she dove into a closet and hoped nobody had seen her and she had become.
But that was when a stray wrapper picked that moment to fly out of the open window even she had missed.