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Post by Doll on Sept 3, 2010 19:22:11 GMT -5
Sitting on a bench, Doll stared out an empty lot where a tenement had stood. It had burned down, and Bear and Her had been there. It had taken a lot to get Bear to snap out of whatever daze he had been in. So now, watching that tenement, she couldn't help but wonder who lived there. Maybe an old man, the loyal wife waiting for her husband to come home, but the one that stabbed her in the heart was the families. Spot and her had almost had a family of their own, the key word being almost.
the doctor said that it happened due to stress, that it was normal for women to have a miscarriage early on in pregnancy, but deep down, to Doll it was a slap to the face. A failure. She tried to never fail at anything she did. Birding, fights, to her, failure was like being told you weren't good enough. So now, here she was, sitting in front of a ghost tenement, as if by some miracle, something good was gonna happen. Something that could make everything better, when hell they didn't even know who started that stupid fire.
And who ever did it was doing a damn good job at covering up. So far, who ever it was, was doing a good job at hiding, because she had no clue who it was. That was saying something, since Doll tried to know everything she possibly could when something like this popped up. For now though, she just sat there, at least she wasn't as bad as she had been earlier. And thankfully, Spot hadn't figured out that she had picked up drinking again, somewhat. She didn't drink as much before. But for now, she chose sitting here, and not drinking. |
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