Post by lucia astrid longbottom on Jan 16, 2015 5:24:24 GMT -5
Lucy was finding it incredibly hard to keep her composure as she was brewing tea for her father's visit. After her visit with Teddy, Lucy knew that she had to come clean to her dad. Bottling up her insanity was driving her... Well, insane. She remembered the relief she felt after she spilled everything out to Teddy. After the bawling and reassuring words, that is. The woman was still scared, the voices assured her of that. Always taunting, threatening...
The woman shook her head and tried to focus once more on her task. It was nearly two o' clock and her father would be arriving at any minute. Actually, it was exactly five minutes until two. Lucy's face paled as she scrambled to clean the place. With her current mental problems, cleanliness really had been the last thing on her list of to-do's to get through the day. It was a fight to force herself to eat food and make it out of bed, let alone keep the apartment in order. With a few flicks of her wand dishes started scrubbing themselves, the broom came to life and began sweeping the thin layer of dust on the floor. In the meantime Lucy moved to her living room and began packing up her paints and stuffing her easel and latest work into the corner. She flung open the curtains and winced when the bright sunlight shone through. A few coughs escaped her throat as dust rose off of the disturbed curtains. She really let this place fall to hell. Good thing it wasn't her mother coming to see the mess; Lucy would get scolded the entire time and would never be able to talk about anything else.
Tears prickled at Lucy's eyes as several scenarios of the next hour played through her mind. Most of them ended quite horrifically. She choked down the sobs and wiped the tears from her tired eyes. Lucy couldn't afford to think like that right now. She had to hang on to hope. And right now that hope was the imminent sound of a knock upon Lucy's door.
[note: Sorry it's kinda crappy, but I had to get this started.
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The woman shook her head and tried to focus once more on her task. It was nearly two o' clock and her father would be arriving at any minute. Actually, it was exactly five minutes until two. Lucy's face paled as she scrambled to clean the place. With her current mental problems, cleanliness really had been the last thing on her list of to-do's to get through the day. It was a fight to force herself to eat food and make it out of bed, let alone keep the apartment in order. With a few flicks of her wand dishes started scrubbing themselves, the broom came to life and began sweeping the thin layer of dust on the floor. In the meantime Lucy moved to her living room and began packing up her paints and stuffing her easel and latest work into the corner. She flung open the curtains and winced when the bright sunlight shone through. A few coughs escaped her throat as dust rose off of the disturbed curtains. She really let this place fall to hell. Good thing it wasn't her mother coming to see the mess; Lucy would get scolded the entire time and would never be able to talk about anything else.
Tears prickled at Lucy's eyes as several scenarios of the next hour played through her mind. Most of them ended quite horrifically. She choked down the sobs and wiped the tears from her tired eyes. Lucy couldn't afford to think like that right now. She had to hang on to hope. And right now that hope was the imminent sound of a knock upon Lucy's door.
[note: Sorry it's kinda crappy, but I had to get this started.
]
