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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] IN THIS ANCIENT CITY OF STONES, The Words: 845 The Age: 23 The Notes FIRST SOLO post! SCHUYLER CLUNG TO THE BOX AS SHE WALKED OUT THE DOOR AND TOWARDS HER CAR. HER MOTHER, EVELYN PRESTON, FOLLOWED, NOT DONE WITH THEIR ARGUMENT. "I AM YOUR MOTHER AND YOU WILL RESPECT WHAT I SAY!" ROLLING HER EYES, SKY POPPED THE TRUNK OPEN. HER MOTHER SLAMMED IT CLOSED. "AND WHAT I SAY IS THAT YOU ARE FORBIDDEN TO GO. NOW GIVE ME THAT BOX." OPENING THE TRUNK ONCE MORE, SCHUYLER CAREFULLY NESTLED THE BOX IN BESIDE TWO MORE LIKE IT. OF COURSE SHE COULDN'T. "I'M SORRY, MAMA, BUT YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO ANYMORE." CLOSING THE TRUNK, SHE TURNED AND WALKED BACK INTO THE HOUSE, READY TO LEAVE. READY TO GET OUT OF THIS TOWN, AWAY FROM THESE PEOPLE. THESE TOXIC PEOPLE. SHE'D SAVED FOR YEARS, DOING ANY JOB SHE COULD, TRYING TO GET ENOUGH MONEY TO MOVE OUT. AND NOW SHE FINALLY HAD ENOUGH MONEY TO MOVE TO LOS ANGELES. SHE COULD GET AN APARTMENT, START AUDITIONS. WITHOUT HER MOTHER. THAT WAS QUITE POSSIBLY THE BEST PART OF IT, NOT HAVING TO LISTEN TO HER RAMBLINGS ALL DAY ABOUT EVERY LITTLE THING, NOT HAVING TO HEAR THE CRITICISMS. SHE WOULD HAVE NO REGRETS ABOUT LEAVING HER MOTHER. EVELYN FOLLOWED HER IN, STOMPING, HUFFING. TYPICAL. "I HAVE EVERY RIGHT. YOU SHOULD BE THANKING ME RIGHT NOW, FOR TRYING TO TALK SOME SENSE INTO THAT RIDICULOUS HEAD OF YOURS!" SKY STOPPED COLD IN HER TRACKS, WHIRLING AROUND TO FACE HER MOTHER. "THANKING YOU? REALLY? DO YOU HEAR WHAT YOU SOUND LIKE RIGHT NOW?" SHE TURNED ONCE MORE, STORMING UP THE STAIRS AND INTO HER ROOM, SLAMMING THE DOOR SHUT BEHIND HER. FRUSTRATED, SHE STARTED PACKING HER FOURTH AND FINAL BOX. SHE WASN'T TAKING MUCH, JUST CLOTHES AND OTHER THINGS THAT SHE DIDN'T WANT TO BUY OVER AGAIN WHEN SHE GOT TO LA. SHE WOULD HAVE LIKED TO PACK IN PEACE, AND JUST LEAVE. BUT EVELYN... IT SEEMED THAT SHE COULDN'T LET ANYTHING THAT SHE DIDN'T LIKE HAPPEN WITHOUT MAKING SOME SORT OF COMMOTION. IT HAD HAPPENED WHEN SHE'D DATED STEVEN HER SOPHOMORE YEAR, WHEN SHE STAYED OUT LATE, WHEN SHE COULDN'T GO OUT TO LUNCH, WHEN SHE MISSED CHURCH. SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN USED TO IT BY NOW. BUT COULD YOU EVER REALLY GET USED TO IT? SHE HEARD THE DOOR BEING FLUNG OPEN, BUT SHE DIDN'T TURN AROUND TO FACE HER MOTHER. "YOU'RE WASTING YOUR LIFE! I WOULDN'T BE A GOOD MOTHER IF I LET YOU GO OUT AND DO THIS! YOU'LL NEVER GO ANYWHERE. WHY WASTE YOUR TIME?" SCHUYLER SIGHED AND FOLDED A SWEATER, STILL NOT TURNING. "I SUPPOSE I'M LUCKY, THEN, THAT YOU AREN'T A GOOD MOTHER." THE WORDS WERE QUIET, ACIDIC. EXACTLY AS SHE HAD MEANT THEM TO BE. A GLANCE IN THE MIRROR, AND SHE SAW HER MOTHER'S FACE. FUMING. SHE SMIRKED AND CONTINUED TO PACK HER THINGS. EVELYN STALKED FORWARD, GRABBED HER BY THE SHOULDER, AND WHIRLED HER AROUND BEFORE GIVING SCHUYLER A SOUND SLAP TO THE FACE. "YOU WILL NOT TALK TO ME THAT WAY EVER AGAIN, DO YOU UNDERSTAND? I AM YOUR MOTHER." SKY DIDN'T EVEN FLINCH, JUST STARED EVENLY UP INTO HER MOTHER'S EYES. "I'M. GOING." HER MOTHER THREW HER HANDS UP IN THE AIR. "YOU WANT TO THROW YOUR LIFE AWAY LIKE THIS? FINE. YOU WON'T MAKE ANY MONEY, YOU'LL NEVER BE A SUCCESS." BITING HER LOWER LIP, SCHUYLER RETURNED TO PACKING. A FEW PAIRS OF PANTS, TWO PILLOWS. FINALLY, SHE PICKED UP A FRAMED PHOTOGRAPH OF HER AND HER FATHER. IT WAS FROM HER SEVENTH BIRTHDAY. THEY HAD BEEN LOOKING AT STARS. SHE TOUCHED HER FIRST TWO FINGERS TO HER LIPS, THEN PRESSED THEM AGAINST HIS FACE. NOT HIS FACE. THE PHOTOGRAPH'S FACE. NEVER HIS FACE, NEVER AGAIN. "I'LL DO JUST FINE." SHE TOOK THE PHOTOGRAPH OUT OF IT'S FRAME AND SLID IT INTO HER PURSE, SLINGING THE BAG OVER HER SHOULDER AND STARTED DOWN THE STAIRS, STOPPING IN THE KITCHEN TO GRAB A ROLL OF TAPE. WALKING OUTSIDE, SHE PUT THE LAST OF THE BOXES IN HER TRUNK, EVELYN BEHIND HER EVERY STEP OF THE WAY. "WELL DON'T COME CRAWLING BACK HERE WHEN YOU FAIL. I WON'T HAVE YOU. YOU CAN STAY ON THE STREETS, FOR ALL I CARE." ROLLING HER EYES, SKY SLAMMED THE TRUNK SHUT. "DON'T WORRY, I'D NEVER COME TO YOU FOR HELP. I'D NEVER COME TO YOU FOR ANYTHING." THIS WAS NOT THE RESPONSE EVELYN HAD EXPECTED. SHE WAS VISIBLY FLUSTERED. "WELL... GOOD." SCHUYLER WALKED AROUND TO THE FRONT OF THE CAR, MUSTERING A SMILE. "BYE, MAMA." SHE GOT IN, WATCHING HER MOTHER WALK UP THE DRIVE WAY, ONTO THE PORCH, AND INTO THE HOUSE. SHE DIDN'T EVEN LOOK BACK. NOT THAT SKY EXPECTED HER TO. STARTING THE CAR, SHE BUCKLED IN AND ADJUSTED THE RADIO BEFORE PULLING THE PHOTO AND THE TAPE OUT OF HER PURSE AND TAPING IT TO THE DASH. FINALLY, ONCE EVERYTHING WAS PERFECT, SHE PULLED OUT OF THE DRIVEWAY, INTO THE ROAD, AND HEADED FOR THE HIGHWAY. SCHUYLER SMILED. "WE'RE GETTING CLOSER TO THE DREAM, DADDY. WE'RE GETTING THERE." created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] EVERY WORD GETS YOU A STEP CLOSER TO HELL, The Words: 805 The Age: 23 The Notes i meant to do this a while ago. THE LONGER SHE SAT IN HER BEDROOM, THE CLOSER THE WALLS SEEMED TO CLOSE IN ON HER. SCHUYLER WAS SITTING ON TOP OF HER COMFORTER, HER LEGS CROSSED, HER ARMS HUGGING HER LEGS TO HER CHEST. IN FRONT OF HER, A CELL PHONE AND A LAPTOP. THE SCREEN OF THE PHONE KEPT LIGHTING UP, TRYING TO TELL HER THAT SHE WAS MISSING A PHONE CALL. THE NUMBER WAS UNKNOWN, BUT SHE HAD A FAIR ENOUGH IDEA WHO IT WAS. A TELEMARKETER CALLING HER, RIGHT NOW, AFTER EVERYTHING THAT HAD JUST HAPPENED- IT WOULD BE ALL TOO CONVENIENT AND EASY. SHE WASN'T LUCKY ENOUGH FOR THAT TO HAPPEN. SHE'D USED ALL HER LUCK UP BY NOW. IF ANYTHING, SHE HAD BAD LUCK. THE WAY THAT HER CELL PHONE KEPT BUZZING AND LIGHTING UP ONLY PROVED THIS MUCH. RICK. HE'D BEEN SO CHARMING. HE'D BEEN NICE. HE'D TALKED HER INTO DRINKS, OVER THE INTERNET. RIGHT AFTERWARDS, DANIEL AND SOME GIRL SHE BARELY KNEW SCARED THE SHIT RIGHT OUT OF HER, WHICH HAD MADE HER NERVOUS ABOUT GOING TO MEET HIM. WHICH WAS JUST FANTASTIC. SHE HATED FEELING NERVOUS, BUT SHE'D SUCKED IT UP AND DEALT WITH IT. AND HE'D STILL BEEN NICE, FLATTERING, CHARMING. SCHUYLER HAD NEVER THOUGHT ANYTHING OF IT. THE DRINKS HAD JUST KEPT COMING, ONE AFTER THE OTHER. NOW THAT SHE THOUGHT ABOUT IT, SHE NEVER HAD AN EMPTY GLASS. AND THEY WERE ALWAYS TALKING. THAT WAS ALL THAT SHE REALLY REMEMBERED ABOUT THAT NIGHT. SHE DEFINITELY REMEMBERED THE NEXT MORNING, THOUGH. BECAUSE IT WAS ONE OF THE MOST UNEXPECTED THINGS THAT HAD HAPPENED TO HER IN A WHILE. SHE WOKE UP IN HER UNDERWEAR. IN HIS BED. IN HIS HOUSE. WHY SHE WOULD BE THERE, LIKE THAT? THERE WAS ONLY ONE REASON SHE COULD THINK OF: SHE MUST HAVE SLEPT WITH RICHARD. WHICH WAS ALREADY KIND OF WEIRD AND MADE HER UNCOMFORTABLE. HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO MAKE HER THINK OTHERWISE, AND SO HERE SHE WAS. BUT THAT WASN'T ALL. SHE'D JUST BEEN ONLINE, AND DREA HAD INTRODUCED HER TO HER FATHER. RICHARD. SHE'D PRETENDED THAT NOTHING WAS WEIRD ABOUT TALKING TO HIM, BUT INSIDE, SHE WAS PANICKING. EVENTUALLY, SHE HAD TO SIGN OFF, BECAUSE SHE WAS STARTING TO GET HYSTERICAL. BUT THAT WASN'T THE WORST OF IT. HE WAS CALLING HER, TRYING TO TALK TO HER. THAT WAS THE LAST THING THAT SHE WANTED. SCHU NEVER WANTED TO SEE HIM AGAIN, TO TALK TO HIM AGAIN. BUT THAT WAS ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE, BECAUSE HE WAS HER BEST FRIEND'S FATHER. HE LEFT HER A MESSAGE. SHE STARED AT THE SCREEN, HER CHIN PROPPED UP ON HER KNEES. SHE DIDN'T WANT TO LISTEN TO IT, BUT AT THE SAME TIME, SHE HAD TO. TAKING A DEEP BREATH, SHE PULLED THE PHONE UP TO HER EAR AND LISTENED. WHAT SHE HEARD MADE HER HEART DROP. HIS VOICE WAS NOW EASILY THE SCARIEST THING SHE COULD HEAR. AND THERE IT WAS, IN HER PHONE, TELLING HER THAT THEY COULD KEEP IT A SECRET, THAT THEY SHOULD TALK. SHE DIDN'T WANT TO TALK. SHE DROPPED THE PHONE ON HER BED LIKE IT HAD BITTEN HER. SHE HAD TO GET OUT OF THIS ROOM. RISING TO HER FEET, SHE WALKED ON WOBBLY LEGS TOWARDS THE KITCHEN. SHE WANTED TO SCREAM. SHE WANTED TO CRY. SHE WANTED TO PUNCH SOMETHING. INSTEAD, SHE OPENED THE LIQUOR CABINET. THERE'S NOTHING A LITTLE LIQUID COURAGE COULDN'T FIX, AFTER ALL. WITHOUT PAYING MUCH ATTENTION, SHE PULLED A BOTTLE OUT AND UNSCREWED THE LID. SHE SHOULD JUST STAY OFF THE INTERNET FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT. STAY INSIDE, TOO. ANDREA WOULD NOT BE PLEASED; SHE'S MADE IT CLEAR MANY, MANY TIMES BEFORE THAT SHE DIDN'T LIKE SKY'S DRINKING. BUT DREA DIDN'T KNOW. SHE COULD NEVER KNOW. IT WOULD HAVE TO REMAIN A SECRET. IF HER BEST FRIEND FOUND OUT, IT WOULD END THEM. SHE'D NEVER HAVE DREA AGAIN. AND SHE COULDN'T DEAL WITH THAT, TO BE HONEST. ANDREA MELENDEZ WAS THE GLUE THAT HELD HER TOGETHER. WITHOUT HER, SHE WOULD BE A TRAINWRECK. MAYBE THIS WAS A DRAMATIC WAY OF THINKING, BUT AT THAT MOMENT, IT WAS THE TRUTH. SHE WOULD DIE WITHOUT HER BEST FRIEND. SHE LOVED HER WITH MORE INTENSITY THAN ANYONE BEFORE, ASIDE FROM HER FATHER. THE GIRL WAS MORE THAN JUST A HOLLYWOOD FRIEND; ANDREA WAS HER SISTER. SHE WOULD NEVER TRY TO HURT HER. SHE WOULD ALWAYS PROTECT HER. IT DIDN'T MATTER IF SHE HATED HER, IF SOMEONE HURT THAT GIRL, THEY WOULD PAY. AND NOW SHE'D BEEN THE ONE TO HURT HER. ANDREA DESERVED BETTER. BETTER FROM SCHUYLER, FOR SURE. BETTER FROM HER LYING FATHER. BETTER FROM EVERYTHING. SHE DESERVED THE BEST. TAKING A SWIG OF LIQUID COURAGE, SHE PICKED UP THE PHONE AND CHOSE THE OPTION TO SEND RICHARD A VOICE MESSAGE. NO NEED FOR A CONVERSATION. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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