Post by francesca victoria thomas on May 5, 2011 11:33:36 GMT -5
&all the roads we have to walk are winding
&all the lights that lead the way are blinding
[/b][/size]&all the lights that lead the way are blinding
& there are many things that i'd like to say to you
but i don't know how[/center]
The sky was a murky gray, thick with clouds that hung heavy in the air. Frankie thought that the sky reflected her current mood quite well, gloomy and dark. She was currently sat on a cushioned window seat, big enough for two, with her knees hugged to her chest. There was a small woolly blanket hugged around her shoulders, to keep her warm, though it didn't seem to be doing much good. Her eyes were staring, red rimmed and tired, out across the sky. It had been raining over the past hour and Frankie hoped it wouldn't thunder or lightning. She didn't think it would. It rained all the time without even a hint of thunder or lightning after all.
A soft 'meow' pulled her eyes from the sky and to the floor where her cat was circling, impatient. "Hey Axel ." she murmured and reached down to stroke her fingers behind his ear. Purring, the cat pressed his head into her hand but paused when his owner stopped scratching. Snorting, Axel turned his ahead away as if angry and then trotted off to explore the rest of the empty common room. Frankie watched his tail twitch, graceful and soft, as he disappeared behind one of the many couches. Great, so now her cat was mad at her. She rolled her eyes, allowing them to travel over the dark room. The only light was coming from the lantern she'd lit that was sat on the windows ledge, bathing her in a soft and warm flow.
It was sort of strange to be sat here alone in an empty common room. There was always usually someone here, sat at a table doing homework or lounging on the large, comfortable chairs that circled the fire. Of course there was no one here right now because it was around half five in the morning and everyone was tucked up in bed, fast asleep. Something Frankie should have been doing herself. Except she couldn't sleep tonight, not just because she had so much on her mind, but because she'd been doing enough of it over the last few days.
The eldest Thomas girl had spent the better part of the last three days locked up in her dorm, only emerging to attend classes and to wash and eat. Her excuse was that she had too much work on her plate, although her roommates knew that this wasn't the case. Every time they walked into the dorm and spotted the mound of blankets in the middle of the bed, they knew it was Frankie buried beneath them. They had given up asking what was wrong with her on the end of the second day. Frankie could tell they were getting exasperated with her reclusive behavior but she didn't know what to tell them. She was hardly prepared to tell them that was pregnant and that Felix Wood was the father. Erinn hadn't taken it well at all, could she expect any different from her friends? Aspen maybe, but everyone else would just stare at her with judgmental eyes, whispering behind her back.
Thinking of Erinn and the way she'd been acting, calling her a slut for instance, made Frankie want to cry and hit something at the same time. She had thought that Erinn, of all people, would be there for her since Frankie had always been there for Erinn, defending her and giving her advice. But apparently Erinn didn't care and had no intention of helping her sister. It upset Frankie but it also pissed her off. They weren't talking now, Frankie refused to talk with her sister until she apologized and stopped treating her like scum.
Then there was Felix. Frankie had only spoken to him for a brief moment, the day after the ball, when she'd pulled him to the side to tell him that the test she'd done was positive, she was pregnant. She hadn't stuck around to talk to him, because all she wanted to do was get into bed and stay there. Which she did, for three days. Frankie knew that she'd have to talk with him sooner or later. It wasn't like this situation was going to magically go away. In nine months she'd have a baby. Without thinking about it, her hand dropped to rub against her flat stomach. If she hadn't already cried herself dry over the past three days, she'd be crying again now. Tears of regret and anger and confusion. It was a good thing that she couldn't cry, because she was tired of it.
"What am I supposed to do.." she stared at the reflection of herself in the window and grimaced at what she saw. Her eyes looked tired and puffy, the dark circles beneath them made her brown eyes seem even bigger and darker than they actually were. Her face looked creepy. Eventually, Frankie put her gaunt appearance down to the effect the flickering flame inside the lamp was causing, casting light and shadows across her face in a way that made her look like a zombie. Rubbing a hand over her face, Frankie picked up the book she'd left open in her lap. It was another of her romance novels, one she'd randomly grabbed from the side in hopes of distracting her mind. So far it wasn't working.
tagged;; open
words;; 888
outfit;; PJ's
the cat;; Axel
lyrics;; wonderwall by ryan adams
