Post by Destiny Anne Drake on Nov 7, 2012 22:54:58 GMT -5
Destiny brought her hand up to her forehead, holding her hair back as she pulled herself up in her drunken stupor. As she held onto the dresser she looked over at the guy that was laying in bed with the sheets wrapped around his body. How little did she value herself that she just kept doing this. It didn’t matter if she said anything to him or not, and honestly she didn’t think she cared. So instead she leaned down, picking her heels up off of the floor before she made her way out of his apartment, searching for anything that reminded her of home. The pavement outside was cold and she hadn’t bothered to put her shoes on as she held her hand up for a cab. It didn’t take long for one to stop and she poured herself into the backseat before dropping the heels against the floor. All she wanted was to get home and get in her bed, forget all of this. And it seemed like that couldn’t happen fast enough. “Thanks,” she muttered to the driver, offering him some money before she climbed the steps to the home she shared with her sisters. The silence that welcomed her as she entered the door let her know that everyone was out, which was fine. She wasn’t much for company right now anyways. Destiny threw her keys down on the counter in the kitchen, glancing at the fridge. When had she ate last? Yesterday morning. She blinked, moving out of the kitchen and away from the fridge before she made her way upstairs to her room.
Destiny laid down on the cool sheets of her bed, waiting for the reality of everything to just come in a wave and hit her. How could she keep doing this. Slowly, she brought her hands up to her face, wiping the corners of her eyes tiredly before she curled up to her pillow and held onto it tightly. Within moments the tears were flooding, staining themselves onto her pillow from the mixture of her mascara. All she wanted was to take a shower, wash it all away. But that wasn’t possible. There wasn’t a shower she could take that would cleanse her of everything she figured she needed taking care of. Eventually she must have wore herself, bringing herself to a sleep that could have lasted hours for all she knew. Waking up always brought her back to her same perspective. Pick yourself up, take a shower, get clean, do something productive. Destiny was probably unrecognizable when it came to seeing her on campus versus seeing her out at parties. Because right now she was finding herself wearing a pair of jeans with a hoodie, her glasses up on her nose, hair in a horrible ponytail, ugg boots of some kind pulled up over her ankles. It was quite a change from what she saw as she looked in the mirror right now. Her long blonde hair was curled, tailoring over her shoulders and placed gently against her small frame, the dress that left little to no mystery to what was underneath. Destiny clenched her jaw tightly, blinking as she looked down at her body, adjusting the necklace against her collar bone before she turned on her heel and went into Hope’s room, smiling brightly. “ Hey sweet pea, ready to make some bad decisions?” she asked with a wiggle of her eyebrows before she stepped inside. “ Black heels or silver?” she asked, doing a small turn in her dress before she saluted Hope, making her way to Hope’s closet to pick out a pair of black heels.
Destiny looked around the party, holding her clutch securely under her arm as she took a drink from her plastic cup. Her eyes stopped, locking on Vinny as she saw his frame across the room. “ What the hell,” she muttered under her breath as she set her cup down and looked around. Ordinarily she would just walk over to him, play the same cat and mouse game as always. But something that boy said had been festered in her head since before Halloween. It was getting to the point where it made her neurotic. People didn’t call her beautiful, that’s not who she was. And that sure as hell wasn’t how she saw herself. What had bugged her about it was the fact that Vinny didn’t see her that way. Which was silly because he had no reason to see her that way, why would he. And it bothered her that all he wanted from her was some drunken make out session in some closet at each party they ran into each other at. It shouldn’t bother her, because it didn’t bother her to think about the other men getting what they wanted out of her. But it sure as hell got under her skin that it seemed like he was getting the same thing out of her. It bothered her for some reason to think that he saw her the same way the others did. If she were being honest with herself she would have admitted she was probably too drunk to hold a conversation with him. But she would refuse to let herself believe she was leaving a party because of him. It was strange that seeing him made her feel like he was the physical embodiment of what she couldn’t have in life. Unfortunately his eyes locked on her and instantly she turned away, giving a slight scream as she ran into Giovanni. “ Jesus!” she said loudly, dropping her cup down to the side. “ I have to go,” she said, ignoring him as he started talking to her. She was not going to let some stupid, Italian, manslut, controlling jackass make her feel like this, especially when she didn’t understand it.
Destiny laid down on the cool sheets of her bed, waiting for the reality of everything to just come in a wave and hit her. How could she keep doing this. Slowly, she brought her hands up to her face, wiping the corners of her eyes tiredly before she curled up to her pillow and held onto it tightly. Within moments the tears were flooding, staining themselves onto her pillow from the mixture of her mascara. All she wanted was to take a shower, wash it all away. But that wasn’t possible. There wasn’t a shower she could take that would cleanse her of everything she figured she needed taking care of. Eventually she must have wore herself, bringing herself to a sleep that could have lasted hours for all she knew. Waking up always brought her back to her same perspective. Pick yourself up, take a shower, get clean, do something productive. Destiny was probably unrecognizable when it came to seeing her on campus versus seeing her out at parties. Because right now she was finding herself wearing a pair of jeans with a hoodie, her glasses up on her nose, hair in a horrible ponytail, ugg boots of some kind pulled up over her ankles. It was quite a change from what she saw as she looked in the mirror right now. Her long blonde hair was curled, tailoring over her shoulders and placed gently against her small frame, the dress that left little to no mystery to what was underneath. Destiny clenched her jaw tightly, blinking as she looked down at her body, adjusting the necklace against her collar bone before she turned on her heel and went into Hope’s room, smiling brightly. “ Hey sweet pea, ready to make some bad decisions?” she asked with a wiggle of her eyebrows before she stepped inside. “ Black heels or silver?” she asked, doing a small turn in her dress before she saluted Hope, making her way to Hope’s closet to pick out a pair of black heels.
Destiny looked around the party, holding her clutch securely under her arm as she took a drink from her plastic cup. Her eyes stopped, locking on Vinny as she saw his frame across the room. “ What the hell,” she muttered under her breath as she set her cup down and looked around. Ordinarily she would just walk over to him, play the same cat and mouse game as always. But something that boy said had been festered in her head since before Halloween. It was getting to the point where it made her neurotic. People didn’t call her beautiful, that’s not who she was. And that sure as hell wasn’t how she saw herself. What had bugged her about it was the fact that Vinny didn’t see her that way. Which was silly because he had no reason to see her that way, why would he. And it bothered her that all he wanted from her was some drunken make out session in some closet at each party they ran into each other at. It shouldn’t bother her, because it didn’t bother her to think about the other men getting what they wanted out of her. But it sure as hell got under her skin that it seemed like he was getting the same thing out of her. It bothered her for some reason to think that he saw her the same way the others did. If she were being honest with herself she would have admitted she was probably too drunk to hold a conversation with him. But she would refuse to let herself believe she was leaving a party because of him. It was strange that seeing him made her feel like he was the physical embodiment of what she couldn’t have in life. Unfortunately his eyes locked on her and instantly she turned away, giving a slight scream as she ran into Giovanni. “ Jesus!” she said loudly, dropping her cup down to the side. “ I have to go,” she said, ignoring him as he started talking to her. She was not going to let some stupid, Italian, manslut, controlling jackass make her feel like this, especially when she didn’t understand it.
