Who does she lean on?
Hello, friends! I really felt inactive lately because of our internet connection that's been acting up again. I should have had a lot of time to draft articles but with the thought of not being able to post my work right away, I had writer's block. As if I'm a legit writer! lol Anyways, I've come across @meitanteikudo's "The most dangerous writing app" and decided to give it a shot.
Celine was pacing back and forth in her room, getting her emotions together, trying so hard not to lose it. She didn't want to throw the book she was reading at her drunk father's face, who at that time was yelling about how bad the dinner was. It has been 2 years of not seeing her dad go home like this every single night.
She can hear her mom sobbing over the same reason from the other room. She hated herself all of a sudden for not being able to do anything but to feel sorry about what her family had become. Her father seemed to forget what kind of a family man he was before her brother died of an accident. It wasn't easy for everyone. She can't help but question the universe how he went from being a loving and thoughtful father to this cold, heartless alcoholic who acted like everyone else in the house didn't matter anymore.
As she was about to go out and try to comfort her mom, her phone beeped. It was her dormmate, reminding her about the final exam being just around the corner, right after the long weekend they were currently in. She had to pay the dorm and tuition fee or else she couldn't participate. Celine started to cry as she didn't know which one to handle first. She still had an unpaid balance from the promissory she requested the previous term.
She was bawling this time. She texted her boyfriend of 3 years to seek comfort and confided everything to him. It was too painful for her not to let her thoughts bleed into texts. She started to feel a bit lighter when she saw her boyfriend typing. After seconds of waiting all she got was a text that went like " Take it easy, baby. That'll pass. Let's just get dirty tonight so you can forget everything". She buried her face into her pillow and started bawling even more.
That was hard! Funny how I randomly write something and lift my fingers just to check if the texts would really disappear. It was challenging and frustrating at the same time as I didn't really know what I was going to write. To be able to finish, I had to think about bits of personal experiences I had, and I guess it worked. This is not my story tho haha or is it not really? How would you know? Anyways it was fun participating in this one! It was impossible not to have any typos too, so I corrected them here. Thank you @meitanteikudo for generating interesting prompts for everyone to enjoy!
Thank you for taking some time to read! Here is the link if you want to join too! Keep safe, friends! Toodles!
*Lead image is from Unsplash*
I'm guessing, the get dirty part is from personal experience? Lol