Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on Nov 26, 2008 16:13:39 GMT -5
Clothes were strewn about her bedroom, from one end to the other, almost the entirely of her closet tossed about for her eyes to see, not sure that she found what she was looking for either. Placing the last hanger with one of the very few dresses she owned, she lined the black garment on her bed along with the other few, stopping as she did so a moment to adjust the phone cradled on her shoulder. Her lips were pursed slightly, mostly lapsed in concentration over choosing rather then listening to what was being said on the line, though she still paid it some mind. "I honestly don't, I haven't... I haven't thought about it," she replied after a long pause. Letting out an exhale of a breath, she crossed her arms over her chest, shifting in her stance.
"Yeah, I know, but I'm still not convinced it's my place to say anything at the funeral. Considering... well, everything." Another long pause stretched between them and rubbing at her face tiredly, she shifted the phone to the other ear. "Listen, I'm tired and my head's killing me, I'll see you in the morning, okay Mom?"
"Love you too."
And the line went dead. Hitting the button on the cordless phone she tossed it amongst the ruckus of a bed, slowly letting her gaze melt across all the surfaces in the room that had clothes. Tired of the game, she just picked up the last article of clothing she threw down and picked that one to wear for the next day, hooking the hanger over of the door the closet.
Not bothering to put the rest of the clothes back, she shook her head at herself, before stalking off to the bathroom. She didn't want to be bothered with any of the plans that she had to make, the furneral thrust upon her, being just a huge emotional load that she was having a hard time keeping grips. She wanted it to be over, so she could move on and get past it, but it was more like trapping quicksand more then anything else, bringing her further and further over her head. Yes, it was for Danny after all, but that was the whole point. He was dead, for unknown reasons to her he had killed himself, if it was done by whom or anything else was still to be remained scene.
It just brought headache after headache.
Glancing at her reflection in the mirror over the sink, she wasn't surprised by the horrific site presented to her. Ana was surprised it wasn't worse however. Though, once more shaking out her thoughts she reached to open the medicine cabinet, opening up the door and pulling out a bottle of aspirin as her head just continued to throb. Gritting her teeth, she shut the door closed once more, but not before something in the mirror behind her caught her attention. Freezing a moment, her vision swam, the pain behind her eyes becoming violent.
Before she react, her legs gave out from beneath her, and she felt her body fall, though she didn't feel the ground as she landed.
"Yeah, I know, but I'm still not convinced it's my place to say anything at the funeral. Considering... well, everything." Another long pause stretched between them and rubbing at her face tiredly, she shifted the phone to the other ear. "Listen, I'm tired and my head's killing me, I'll see you in the morning, okay Mom?"
"Love you too."
And the line went dead. Hitting the button on the cordless phone she tossed it amongst the ruckus of a bed, slowly letting her gaze melt across all the surfaces in the room that had clothes. Tired of the game, she just picked up the last article of clothing she threw down and picked that one to wear for the next day, hooking the hanger over of the door the closet.
Not bothering to put the rest of the clothes back, she shook her head at herself, before stalking off to the bathroom. She didn't want to be bothered with any of the plans that she had to make, the furneral thrust upon her, being just a huge emotional load that she was having a hard time keeping grips. She wanted it to be over, so she could move on and get past it, but it was more like trapping quicksand more then anything else, bringing her further and further over her head. Yes, it was for Danny after all, but that was the whole point. He was dead, for unknown reasons to her he had killed himself, if it was done by whom or anything else was still to be remained scene.
It just brought headache after headache.
Glancing at her reflection in the mirror over the sink, she wasn't surprised by the horrific site presented to her. Ana was surprised it wasn't worse however. Though, once more shaking out her thoughts she reached to open the medicine cabinet, opening up the door and pulling out a bottle of aspirin as her head just continued to throb. Gritting her teeth, she shut the door closed once more, but not before something in the mirror behind her caught her attention. Freezing a moment, her vision swam, the pain behind her eyes becoming violent.
Before she react, her legs gave out from beneath her, and she felt her body fall, though she didn't feel the ground as she landed.
