Glasses {Eliana}
Oct 13, 2008 16:04:23 GMT -5
Post by kiiro on Oct 13, 2008 16:04:23 GMT -5
Kemi stood outside the room and shifted uncertainly from foot to foot, gazing up at the strangely threatening numbers bolted to the wood. She hadn't thought twice about making her way through the halls and ending up here, but now it didn't seem like such a good idea. She dragged her hand across her face, wiping furiously at half-shed tears under her ridiculously thick-rimmed glasses, sniffing quietly. She should go. Eliana would be mad if she knocked on the door - she got on well with the older girl, and they knew each other pretty well... but she didn't want to turn up all messed up just expecting her to take her mind off things. It wasn't Eliana's job to entertain her like a baby-sitter. Kemi should be able to look after herself. But she wasn't. That was the problem. She always needed someone around to make things work. In England it had been Rufus, the crazed druggie / biker who her mother scared away with a pelting of empty beer bottles, and then for a short while it had been her father. And now it seemed that she had latched onto Eliana. She tried not to be too much trouble to the people around her, but to no avail. She never listened to herself enough.
This week she had received two letters. Neither made her happy. The first had been from her mother. Unpleasant, but not unexpected. It contained the usual two-sided message. 'Come home, I love you' and a bitter, slightly scary 'How dare you leave. Ungrateful bitch'. She always tried to ignore the second half of the letters, but it didn't usually work. Those letters usually resulted in a few days of not so happiness. But the second letter... that had been unexpected. The message from her day to say - in words intended to soften the meaning - that her mother was dead. The doctors didn't know if it was suicide or an accident, but it didn't make any difference. No matter how bad a mother she had been, she had been her mother, and, as much as it surprised people, she had loved her. Kemi drew a shaky breath and knocked tentatively on the door.
This week she had received two letters. Neither made her happy. The first had been from her mother. Unpleasant, but not unexpected. It contained the usual two-sided message. 'Come home, I love you' and a bitter, slightly scary 'How dare you leave. Ungrateful bitch'. She always tried to ignore the second half of the letters, but it didn't usually work. Those letters usually resulted in a few days of not so happiness. But the second letter... that had been unexpected. The message from her day to say - in words intended to soften the meaning - that her mother was dead. The doctors didn't know if it was suicide or an accident, but it didn't make any difference. No matter how bad a mother she had been, she had been her mother, and, as much as it surprised people, she had loved her. Kemi drew a shaky breath and knocked tentatively on the door.