#DysfunctionalHeaven
Slowly dragging the zip to a close around my suitcase, I sat quietly upon the edge of my bed. One suitcase. That’s all I’d be taking to L.A. All that remained of my piteous life sat next to me, locked away, ready to escort me into a »
@CherubicToxin How did you know that’s my favorite pastime? [Laughs softly, nodding my head in agreement.] That sounds good to me. I could surely do with a friend or two around here.
@CherubicToxin [Dropping my hand to my side, I press my lips into a tight smile.] Hi. I’m Zoe. Attempting this ‘meet new people’ thing. And possibly failing miserably.
@EbaucheNoir surprise once again flashing within my gaze.] That’s a good way to put it, the repainting canvas thing. [Flittering my fingers in the air for emphasis.] Maybe a little corruption might do me good. [Rolling my eyes for I’d heard the later part “do you good” numerous times since —
@EbaucheNoir [Scoffing at pretending, that was a notion I knew all too well, a game I was the master at.] I definitely know how to pretend. If I comply to my father’s wishes, then he and Bobbi - my step mom- leave me alone. And that’s how everyone likes it. [Twisting my lips slightly, —
@EbaucheNoir So I guess I should be more open to interpretation or solution. [Furrowing my brows slightly as I miss over your question.] I think it was a mixture of both. Alice got thrown in but she decided how far to fall.
@EbaucheNoir to react; this situation alien to me. Opting for a shoulder shrug and a tone nonchalant on the exterior, I responded.] Maybe I do. I don’t know. But my family are supposed to be having a “fresh start.” [Air quoting once again.] And I’m meant to be trying to fit in to L.A life. —
@EbaucheNoir you; my eyes widened ever so slightly with a hint of surprise. This wasn’t the typical conversation that I had. No-one ever really took the time to talk to me, to really see what was beneath the surface, or the origins of my void like emotional state. I wasn’t quite sure how —
@EbaucheNoir [I dropped my head to look down at my conjoined hands that now toyed awkwardly with the hem of my shirt, my usual stance whenever I felt exposed with the truth. I wasn’t this was just because of being isolated, I was this way due to loss. Nodding slightly, I glanced back up at —
@EbaucheNoir ...[air quoting] “typical” dysfunctional way. I’ve got my own brand of awkwardness. [Releasing the hint of a laugh, I nod my head as I begin to feel somewhat conformtable in your presence.] I think maybe we will. Besides, you’re my crappy tour guide. I gotta give you a —