The story's about a girl who finds constant self-conflict. She's struggling with school and life, and finds solace and peace in conversations with images of herself. I don't plan on having her a schizophrenic, so to say, but you may call it what you wish I suppose.
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A green glow filled the room as the clock would change it’s face to display 2:01 AM in it’s lifeless numbers. Her eyes still stared blankly at the bars supporting the bunk above her, and her pallid digits would rise in a lethargic fashion to press against the cold white metal of these bars. “What a metaphor…” Her voice was quite, and the darkness lent seclusion to any of those who may have listened. A soft rustle would disturb this silence that the dark brought, but the girl would dismiss it as a disruption caused by her small farm of gerbils that were taking over the space atop her dresser drawer’s. A soft sigh would bring the concentration back onto the illuminated lips of the apathetic girl, and her thin frame would twist to lay on it’s side.
“I want to get out of here again. It’s not free here, and I don’t like it anymore.” Her voice seemed distant, as if it were frosted glass, or an image just out of view. She’d allow her wrist to hang from the side of the bed, and a cat would slink from the darkness to push it’s spine against her hand, and bellow a soft purr that resounded through the dark room.
“Well that’s just fine for you. Where do you expect to go?” It was a woman who spoke, but the gender was only identifiable by the tone of the voice, for even though the room was illuminated in the soft green glow of the alarm, no one would be seen spare for the girl and her entourage of small animals.
“Anywhere. What’s stopping me?” The girl’s eyes never looked to make eye contact with her invisible acquaintance, and simply focused on the texture of the purring cat’s fur.
“Reality. That’s what’s stopping you. You get all worked up about this, but then you remember that you’re lovely ideas of freedom and an unbound life are all in your head. You’re human, Olivia.” A form could be assumed from the tone of this voice, as it sounded much more mature and firm than that of the girl’s. It had the stern sense of responsibility and tenderness that a mother’s voice would hold, but it’s flow and vibration gave the feel of a young, beautiful woman. A woman who was confident in herself, and powerful in all things she strived for.
“I don’t like that name, I think when I leave I’ll change it to Maxinne. I like that name a lot better. It’s sexy and independent sounding.” Her focus would again avert to the dim glow cast upon the metal bars, as if these strange conversations with absent parties were a usual occurrence.
“Since when have you been so childish? Wake up, please for my sake. You’re focused on a name! Jesus Christ, since when were you so superficial?”
“I don’t even think I know what you said, but I can assume what you’re trying to say. Why don’t you let me fantasize anymore? Why can’t I just pretend like I’ve got something to look forward to once and a while?”
“Because you have things to do besides daydream and act silly. You have assignments, you have a life, and you have responsibilities. Responsibilities that you’ve ignored since you’ve gotten sick. You’ve been healthy quite a while and need to get your life back on track! You’re letting him ruin everything for you and you can hardly see it!” The voice was angry, and caused the cat to scurry elsewhere in the room to find solace from it’s potential. The girl made a silent response though, as one may do when cornered in an argument with no place to turn. She’d turn to face the wall beside the bed and pull the covers up about her shoulders.
“Reality… reality…”She whispered to herself quietly and closed her eyes softly, allowing all of the strange occurrences melt away into the cold vault of her mind. This was nothing new, but soon Olivia would discard it and go about with life ignoring these little things.
But oh, what little things they are.
posted by Livy @ 11:16 PM
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