“How can Cupid? How can you be so cruel?”
- were done Frida. and DONT follow me.
Cleo turned away and she started walking the opposite direction of where Frida stood
SHES leaving say something idiot SAY SOMETHING
- Cleo Wait!-
Frida tried to catch up to Cleo but her knees buckled so she fell to knees and reached out for Cleo but it was too late and Cleo was too far, and Frida watched her walk away like an idiot
it was raining really badly but Frida couldn’t get up she should but she felt heavy she could barely lift herself up and out of self pity she stared into her reflection in the puddle staring into the abyss
How stupid are you?… did you really think that would work? Hahahaha your pathetic
stop…
stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid
Then a car passed by Frida at high speed causing for water to splash for over her and snapped Frida out her thoughts what time is it? Has it been hours? Fridas foster dad was probably worried about her and was looking her-
-FRIDA! THANK GOODNESS YOUR OK!
speak of the devil Fridas foster dad pulled up close and Frida got in staring at the window while her foster dad went on on talking about something Frida didn’t know since she tuned out his voice only sounding like background noise if Cleo was here Frida would definitely pay attention but she wasn’t… the thought of Cleo made Frida want to cry but she couldn’t nothing came out goddd how she missed Cleo so much Cleo was everything to Frida and Cleo trusted Frida very much… yet Frida had to fucking ruined it.
stupid
stupid
STUPID
-… heya pops can I not go to school to tomorrow please I-i don’t think I should go.
- well… Frida school is very important and you need it I know you don’t but your education is important- blah blah blah important words blah blah if you don’t go to school you will be stupid
What felt like hours listening to him go on on they went home and Frida immediately went to her room and locked the door. Then she saw something… something that she “forgot” to gave back it was Cleo’s pink jumpsuit (or tracksuit I forgot) from that time when they got stuck in that cabin and Mr B was psycho… Frida grabbed it Cleo’s perfume lingered on it Frida sat on her bed hugged the jumpsuit pretending it was Cleo
- Hic… I’m sorry im so- hic sorry im so sorry
finally tears ran down Fridas face and she cried so silently muffled by the jumpsuit but Frida settled it down next to her and reached for a black box underneath for her bed she knows she shouldn’t. she promised Cleo she would stop. but Cleo wasn’t here anymore was she?
Frida then she looked through the box pulling out a container of cigarettes, she opened her bedroom window, sat next to it looking out towards the night sky with the black box in her lap then she looked through the box again she grabbed a lighter and lit the cigarette inhaled and with a sigh smoke came out of her mouth as she continued to do that while gazing at the night sky hmm old habits die hard
…
I’m sorry