Edit: Forgot to add my forenote :D
Alright, so the PoV will change from chapter to chapter. I don't use full names, only the first letter of the name we were all most familiar with. The first is E, a 19 year old lesbian from South Carolina and a close friend. The second will be C, a 22 year old dear from Virginia who dabbles in custom... everything, I suppose. And the third is V, a virtual high school student from Kansas with little to no contact with the outside world. The final character that pops up a lot is K, the newest and youngest member to the group of friends. She's 15, mormon, and learning to manage with friends from the LGBT+ community.
This is a true story, unfortunately.
I'd really like to make this tribute count; tear it apart, and if you have any suggestions, feel free to let me know. I'd like to make it as good as possible. Cara deserves that :)
Thank you so much!!
I'll stop the forewording now... XD
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She exhaled slowly, letting the cigarette drift away from strawberry-red lips as the smoke curled away from her teeth and spilled over her nose. It clouded her vision with sharp white chemicals, burning her lungs, stinging her eyes. Such a nasty habit, and yet...
Flicking the tip of the white Marlboro against the ashtray she'd sat beside her on the cushion of the lawn chair, she sniffed in the crisp night air, hyperaware of the sounds of the street below. Usually, she'd bring the cigarette right back up to her mouth and hit again. Over and over till the smoke was gone, and even then she'd just slip another from the gold-and-white pack. Over and over. Over and over.
Some days she thought it was just another form of suicide. Made sense; she'd lost everything but her cigarettes, her lawn chair, and her run-down two-room apartment on the fourth floor. Dirty furniture, broken appliances, creepy neighbors... her life had all the downsides to every situation. It was negative thinking like that, though, that had gotten her here in the first place. But where else to go? Her mom and siblings--older sister, younger brother, and the step-brother she hated more than anything--were happy with their newfound father figure back in Georgia. Her place in South Carolina was a left-behind dream of all that she'd wished her life would bring. Four rooms, white tiles in the bathroom, plaid quilts and warm popcorn. Lemon slushies in the afternoon, curled up with a visiting girlfriend she'd loved so dearly.
The cigarette flew up to her mouth again, and she gripped it hard between her teeth, agonized by the gloom the memories brought on. What had she done?! Living in her ex's small apartment in Virginia, listening to the silence as it coated the grime and the hate. This place hated her; felt what she had done to its rightful owner.
Dumping her girlfriend of three years was thing.
Killing her was another entirely.
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