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Post by yumi1 on Oct 24, 2010 17:55:44 GMT -5
  “RIGHT YOUNG LADY, THAT IS IT!” Krystabelle's father jumped to his feet, staring at the Seventh year straight in the eyes. “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?! YOU USED TO BE SO SWEET!
Krystabelle giggled drunkenly. Standing in the living room with one shoe off, her hair, which had been perfectly straight before she left the house, was now a mess which would be a nightmare to brush the next morning. She was pissed. Very much so. It was the third time that week she'd returned home, more wasted than the first time. Presently, she wobbled and fell onto her bum, hard, on the thinly carpeted floor. Instead of yelling out, she giggled again. Her father stared at something he labelled 'this monster she'd become' in amazement. As she attempted to stand up and failed, her dad shook his head at her, disgusted. This didn't go unnoticed by Krystabelle, and she glared at him suddenly.
“Ohh daaad,” She grumbled as her words slurred into each other, holding the vowel 'a' on a lot longer than she should have. “Lighten uuuup! Unw- Unwind!” She snickered as she stumbled over her words. “I have, and it feels greeat,” She countered, as her father went red with rage. She opened her arms as if welcoming the air into her chest.
“You're seventeen! You shouldn't be an alcoholic!” He screamed at her face. Tiny flecks of spit landed on her cheek, and she scrubbed at her face with the back of her had.
“S-Say it, don-don't spray it,” She 'scolded', then collapsed into laughter. She finally calmed down to say, “Hey, you called me an alcoholic! I don't rely on alcohol!” She glared with a sudden flaring hatred that sparked into a full blown fire. “Don't fucking give me that look!” She yelled loudly. Perhaps her mother, fourteen year old brother and elder sister Mia were sleeping. Perhaps she had woken them – but she didn't give a damn at a time like this. She was in the middle of hating her father more so than she did when sober. The reason being, because she didn't understand why he was making such a fuss over her being a little drunk. She would've thought by now he would be used to her coming home drunk as a skunk, and if not used to it, at least understand she was a seventeen year old girl and she was only having some fun. She wasn't going to die. Why was he yelling at her so? He evidently didn't love her if he was yelling at her this much. A real father would allow her to do whatever she wanted. Despite the urge to throw these words in his face, she didn't, unlike him, she thought, want to see his face crumple up an d watch him cry bitter tears that would make her have a guilty conscience. So, once again, even not hurting her father came down to her own selfishness.
Her father opened his mouth to speak, but Kyrstabelle beat him to it. “How fucking dare you call your own daughter an alcoholic?!” She was screaming now. Not only would she have most certainly awoke her so-called family, but her neighbours too. “I'm your daughter!”
“YOU'RE NOT ACTING LIKE HER!” His father roared in reply. “MY DAUGHTER IS SWEET AND INNOCENT, NOT... NOT A DRUNKEN WHORE LIKE YOU!”
The girl gasped in shock and tears welled up in her eyes. Although they were in the family living room, she started pushing him out. “I HATE YOU, YOU BASTARD!” young Kyrstabelle screamed at her father. She slammed the door after him, then ran onto the couch, fell on her back and promptly passed out.
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A nightmare.
A horrid little nightmare.
It was also her reality. But it couldn't scare her more.
“YOU FILTHY LITTLE DRUNKEN WHORE, KRYSTABELLE!” Her father yelled in her ear. But she was sober. She didn't understand; she was sober! She cried. She tried to crawl to give her dad a hug, but he shoved her away. She began to sob again, but he laughed, cruelly.
“Stop it,” She wept, in both reality and unconciousness, “Please, daddy, stop it!”
“Hahahaha! You stupid little girl! Throwing away your life for a drink and a one night stand!”
“Stop it.”
“NO!”
“STOP IT DADDY!”
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“Stop it daddy ...” She whined softly in her sleep. Begging with a man in her dreams to stop bullying her this way. “Stop it daddy, please! I'm not a whore ... I'm only having fun ... understand that ...” She mumbled, turning over in her sleep. She stopped rather suddenly, and awoke. Normally, sober, she would've stretched and fallen back asleep. But, there was something prohibiting her from-
Oh, no.
A pounding like the strongest man banging a bongo drum with all his strength set down in her head. Clutching her head, she stumbled up, trying to identify why she felt so ... so ... wierd.
“SHIT!” she yelled at the top of her lungs at the same time as running as fast as she could to the nearest toilet, and throwing up violently.
This continued for about five minutes before she finally stopped, tiny beads of sweat gathered on her forehead. She felt a little better, and that was better than feeling how she had. Standing up, she flushed the toilet and, as slowly as possible, crept along the halls, to see if she was going to be sick again. After reaching the kitchen, she decided she was fine, and instantly went into the grey drawers, picking two aspirin tablets, pouring water quickly and gulping them down eagerly. She knew in five minutes the tablets would set in. Smiling slightly, she filled the kettle with water to make herself a coffee. No one was in the kitchen, and that was the way she liked it best. Silence. No yelling, no getting called a drunk whore. Silence was golden.
Pop!
I want fed Kyrstabelle!
Oh Holy Shit!
Pop - the kettle.
I want fed, Kyrstabelle! - Kyrstabelle's cat, Bubbles, wanting to have some food.
Oh Holy Shit! - Her thought at the shock of Bubbles's voice suddenly popping out at her. She turned to Bubbles.
“... You want food.”
“Yes.”
She sighed, “Of course you would. Hang on, let me get my coffee sorted … I've got a hangover.”
“I never would've guessed.” Bubbles replied sarcastically. Now you may think that Kyrstabelle was going insane or at least on drugs, but ever since the age of five, she could talk to animals. She had wandered away and got lost, and met Bubbles, who had let her back. After begging for a few weeks, her parents finally accepted her demand of getting Bubbles to keep as a pet. Kyrstabelle was glad she had got the cat. It felt as though Bubbles were her only friend sometimes, when her parents were yelling at her and she had no one to converse with, she would let out her woes to Bubbles.
Insane? Yes.
Comforting? Also yes, for Kyrstabelle.
Groaning, she brought out a Whiskers cat food sashe, and slid it on to a small plate. “Thank you.” She reboiled the kettle.
Groaning at the noise of the kettle indicating it was boiled, she made her coffee slowly, slowly. Put no milk in and raised it to her lips, going to sit down in the table at the centre of the room. No one had asked her if she was alright. Good. her mind decided.
But it wasn't good. She wanted love, but she didn't have it. Glaring, she drank more of her black coffee, groaning to no one in particular, “Worst hangover ever.” At the rate of her pounding head, she'd need more aspirin in five minutes time.
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Post by jayson on Oct 25, 2010 15:25:50 GMT -5
The smart girl. That is all she was to this world was the smart girl. Those three words described Mia like a book would describe its story inside. Mia was always found with a book in her hand, studying like a maniac or just for fun. Knowledge was her best friend. She needed to cram knowledge into her head, without it, she felt alone and empty. She was scared to let people know the real her so that is why she hid behind all the knowledge and facts.
Mia wasn't really what you would call popular. She only had a few close friends here and there and that was about it. She didn't mind it though. She knew that friends caused drama. She would sit down and watch around as the people around her would be caught up in all sorts of problems. Mia was too smart to be involved in any of them. She would rather just sit back and study.
The brunette never really had any boyfriends nor did she have any hookups. To herself, she was not that attractive. She felt as though she was awkward and not what guys her age were looking for. She didn't mind though, it was not the type of thing she wanted to get into during her schooling. She just wanted to focus on her work and that would be it. There was lots of time to find love. After all, she was still only young.
She had always been close to her family. Mia loved them with all of her heart. Her mother was like her best friend. She could tell her anything and always got the best advice from her. Her father was always there for her and was rather fun to joke around with. She adored her two brothers, one older than her and one younger than her. Then there was Mia's sister. Now, she loved the girl unconditionally but she just didn't approve of her new found ways. Mia did have a drink from time to time but never went overboard with it. Never in her life had she gotten drunk off her ass. She would keep it to a two drink maximum type of thing. Kyrstabelle on the other hand was quite the partier and often times referred to as Mia's opposite. Despite their differences though, she still adored her sister to death. Family was always the most important thing to her.
Having heard her father yell at her sister the night before, Mia couldn't help but feel a slight feeling of sympathy toward her sister. The poor thing was going through a rough time but it was not like she didn't deserved getting yelled at. She shouldn't have gotten drunk like that to begin with. She wasn't even out of school yet after all. Her studies should go before everything else, or that is what the former Ravenclaw thought. As she laid in bed, Mia began to contemplate if she should go and talk to her sister. It was morning after all and Kyrstabelle would no longer be drunk. However, after hearing her sister rush to the bathroom, which was next to Mia's room, she knew that she was hungover and was probably feeling like hell. Would it be the best time for her to give her sister the drinking talk?
In Mia's mind, now was better than later. Getting up, she wrapped her purple housecoat around her small body and headed downstairs to the kitchen where she found her sister and a cup of coffee. "Rough morning?" Mia asked, chuckling as she poured herself a cup of coffee before grabbing a muffin from the basket on counter top. She then sat next to Kyrstabelle, grabbing a copy of the Daily Prophet and skipping through the pages, picking at her muffin as she did so.
"From what I heard last night, you were pretty drunk and dad was pretty angry. I don't think calling him a bastard helped things too much either," Mia said simply, her eyes not leaving the newspaper as she read the latest Quidditch scores. She knew that there was something going on with her sister. She had gone through a major personality change over the year and it was noticeable by all of the family members. "So are you going to tell me what is going on with you or am I going to have to force it out?" She added, finally looking up at Krystabelle while taking another sip of her coffee. Mia was a journalist after all. It was her job to dig deep and find out the truth about things. One way or another, she was going to get whatever was going on out of her sister.
` words: 789
` comments: longest mia post ever I think!
` lyrics: It's Only Life - Kate Voegele
` credit: All credit goes to me, Kelsey! Steal and die!
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Post by yumi1 on Oct 25, 2010 16:58:36 GMT -5
Of course, when you are a seventeen year old with a hangover, after yelling at your very well-liked father when you were drunk the night before, you do not, obviously, want one of your family members interrupting your 'peaceful' coffee drinking, cat conversing, 'get rid of this goddamn headache already' session. But Kyrstabelle was used to having someone getting sent in to ask her and try and tolerate her, understand why she did what she did. But, to most, her parents and younger brother, really, she didn't co-operate. Her mother and father were the sorce of the problems, and the younger brother was too young to understand, even if he was fourteen. But her elder siblings would probably work. She felt such respect for them, being smart and everything she wasn't. She loved partying, loved her life as it was, but couldn't help but admire her siblings for what brilliant lives they led, so naturally, she'd answer one of thier questions more helpfully than those of the parents and the fourteen year old.
Speaking of the fourteen year old, it reminded Kyrstabelle that a year earlier than him, she had been introduced to drink by one of her best friends' who was a year older than her. He'd moved, though, and gradually, over time, her personality changed. Quite dramatically. But she was still the old girl at heart, and so, she acted shy and innocent at home. But, over the years, acting at home and being herself at Hogwarts. She began getting drunk in the summer between Fourth and Fifth year, but didn't want to hurt anyone at home, once again, so, she got her friends, sober, to call her parents and say she was staying the night. the strain got harder and harder to bear, and, in the middle of Sixth year, she just let it go. All of it. She didn't come clean, obviously. She came home drunk, like then, and multiple boys came with ehr, sometimes, and, although they'd never go as far to have sex, the fact that Kyrstabelle jumped from boy to boy was getting too much for her mother and father, but of course she didn't understand that, and misinterpreted it as hatred, and so, she hated them back.
That was the small problem that ate away at her. She didn't hate them. Of course she didn't. They were her family, her own blood and kin, and under all of the new Kyrstabelle, the drunk, party goer who wasn't good at control, under all of the alcohol, showy clothes and make-up, was the old Kyrstabelle who was shy and loved to play old board games with the rest of her family. She was still there, and she didn't want to end up moving out and never staying in touch with her parents. But since her parents hated her, she hated them. As said.
Refraining herself from thinking such thoughts, she took another sip of coffee, which had cooled down from a couple of minutes before. Trying desperately not to think of anything that would make her guilty, or think about her stupid parents and her stupid self, she noticed Mia McLaggen, her elder sister, walk in in her purple bathrobe. She scowled as she turned back to her coffee. She didn't want Mia to be the interrigator. She didn't want anyone with her, trying to act friendly when she'd hurt the family. There was silence for a few moments before Mia broke it.
“Rough morning?”
She detected a little giggled behind it. The scowl firmly fixated on her face, as she rubbed her temples, she requested of her sister, as she got something out of the muffin basket, made herslf a coffee and 'casually' took a newspaper and sat next to her. “Please, Mia. Let's not have any lectures about hurting Dad, the family, or any of that shit. I have a hangover. I'm not going to listen. I have a sore head, have thrown up for five minutes if not more, and spoken to a cat who was in a mood for me almost trodding on his tail yesterday. Long story short, please. Let's avoid the lectures today.”
Naturally, she was ignored.
“From what I heard last night, you were pretty drunk and dad was pretty angry. I don't think calling him a bastard helped things too much either,” She stated in a simple tone. Kyrstabelle sighed, taking a sip from the decreasing in heat coffee. She tried to think of a reasonable answer, but instead, a childish excuse came out of her mouth before she could stop it. “He started it by calling me a drunken whore! Plus. Plus, don't forget I said I hate him.”
Another pause followed. She took the time to ponder over how she was feeling. Netural? Pitying? Or was it anger she was trying to conceal?
“So are you going to tell me what is going on with you or am I going to have to force it out?”
A simple question asked quietly, while Mia turned her gaze to Kyrstabelle. Sighing, and with another gulp of coffee, she finally put the cup down and she too, turned to face Mia.
“You seriously want to know?” she confirmed, and knowing the answer, she began. “All I'm doing, Mia, is having a little bit of fun. You can understand that, right? I'm seventeen. I'm just doing a couple of crazy things. But I yell at mom and dad because they don't love me!” She wailed, a little tremble, practically undetectable, in her voice. “And they can't accept the fact that I'm growing up, Mia!” She raised her voice slightly, her sadness getting replaced by anger. “Then dad called me a drunken whore! I get drunk, that doesn't make me a whore! It doesn't mean I sleep around with guys like ... that!” She hesitated to blush, knowing what she was saying was a lie. Not technically. She hadn't slept with him. She almost had, but not entirely. But of course this wouldn't go down well. And since she had blown away her cover, she would have to admit it anyway. She knew that Mia, being as smart as she was, would've figured out the reason for her hesitation. Her two minutes long hesitation....
“No, Mia, it's not like that!” she tried to amend quickly, “I didn't sleep with him, not exactely... I almost did! Ahh, shit...” She knew what Mia was going to do. Go off her head, the obvious thing she'd do. “Please. Let's not have a lecture. And please don't tell mom and dad! They'd KILL me!”
And she spoke only the truth.
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Post by jayson on Nov 17, 2010 11:25:05 GMT -5
Out of all the siblings, Mia had always been the one with the good head on her shoulders. She never got in trouble, never acted poorly and always followed the rules. In her mind, without rules society would cease to function. She always needed rules in order to function properly. She always did what was expected of her also. If she was expected to clean her room, she would do that. If she was expected to get the highest mark on a test during her time when she had been in school she would do that too. There were no surprises with this girl. That was one thing that she hated was surprises.
It had always been known that Mia and her sister were two very different people. Krystabelle had always been the social one and the one who would always be doing something exciting. Mia, on the other hand, was the one who would always be reading or keeping to herself, staying out of trouble and always remaining quiet. She felt no reason to be loud and make her presence known. If she wanted to get her opinion and voice out, she would express it through the articles she wrote for the Daily Prophet. Other than that, it was very rarely that she voiced her opinion, unless it came to the ego of males. The only time she would truly show her true colours was when she was making fun of men. It wasn't that she hated them or was not interested in men, it was just that she hated how men thought they were better than women. Women are equal, if not more important, than men in her opinion.
She couldn't help but roll her eyes as her sister stated that she had a hangover. Mia saw that as no excuse to be treated like a princess. She hated at times how her sister wanted everyone to tip toe around her. Though Mia was not very vocal about her opinions, when it came to her family she didn't feel shy to express how she felt. She was a very complex person, that was for sure. "Now who said I was going to give you a lecture, dear sister. I think you already know that it is your own fault that you feel like total crap today," Mia stated, a smug smirk on her face. When people screwed up, she often loved to remind them that they did. It gave her some sense of joy and made herself feel as though she was more perfect than the other person in a way. Even though she hated men with huge egos, she did like to have ego boosts for herself.
Mia sighed as her sister stated what her father said to her the previous night. "I know what he said. I could hear you two perfectly from my room. I still don't see it as an excuse to disobey your father like that. You shouldn't be talking back like that anyways," She said calmly, scanning the newspaper and not looking at her sister. She knew her sister would probably be glaring at her right now or rolling her eyes. She didn't need to see that. Mia knew that she was right about this situation, no matter what people told her.
Remaining calm and keeping her composure, Mia listened as her sister explained what was going on. She knew that being seventeen most teenagers rebel and try new things. She never did that, of course, but had witnessed many other people do such a thing and get themselves in very serious trouble. She watched as Krystabelle hesitated but didn't say a thing. She did not want to interrupt her sister as she tried to gather her thoughts but Mia already knew what she was going to say. She had suspected that her sister was sexually active. You cannot be that wild and not be having sex. Then, her sister spoke again to confirm her suspicions.
"First of all, Mum and Dad do love you and if you don't believe that than you are just acting like a spoiled brat," Mia began, taking her eyes off her paper and looking in her sisters eyes. "I know that it was not right of dad to say those things but he was just mad. He probably regrets it and it was just a heat of the moment type of thing. They only want to protect you and make sure that no harm comes your way. You really need to start looking at it from that point of view instead of being so negative about it," Mia finished, taking a breath. She took a sip of her coffee, loving the feeling of the warm liquid traveling down her esophagus and into her stomach. "As for that last bit, you know I don't approve. I'm not going to lecture you but you should know that if you are going to be sexually active it should be with someone you love, not just any random bloke. And if you do decide to have sex, please, be safe. Getting pregnant will not make your life any easier," Mia sighed, putting down her coffee cup onto the table. "But don't worry, I won't tell Mum and Dad. You do know I don't tell them everything, right? I wouldn't betray you like that," She reassured her sister, offering her yet another small smile. Hopefully some of what she said would sink into Krystabelle's head and make her realize the error of her ways.
` words: 923
` comments: now this is my longest mia post! yay for guided study at school !
` lyrics: It's Only Life - Kate Voegele
` credit: All credit goes to me, Kelsey! Steal and die!
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Post by yumi1 on Dec 7, 2010 16:50:15 GMT -5
She tried desperately to forget what recollection she had of the previous night. The party had been okay. She hadn't minded it, but her standards of what made a good party were pretty low - people and booze. It was everything Kyrstabelle associated with the word party, never something that was to be an elegant, classy thing. She liked her version of party much better than a posh asshole's definition. A party wasn't a party without tipping alcohol down your throat, was it?
Headaches were the only thing which made Kyrstabelle regret drinking so much of the Butterbeer and firewhiskey of the night before. It was like an anvil falling in her head repeatedly, more so than a hammer pounding the front of her head and a banshee screeching in one ear. Mia, of course, would be happy about this, to some extent, probably hoping or perhaps even believing that this would make Kyrsta see the effect it had on her. The effect wasn't good. A frown was brought to Kyrstabelle's lips as she thought this ... would Mia be happy about her just having a headache in general? Kyrstabelle didn't know any more. The way she was acting ... it would be pretty damn understandable if Kyrsta was despised or dislikes in her family. And although it didn't seem like it, she would care. It was her own doing. She was the one getting drunk out of her head every night and returning home that way. Perhaps she didn't know how much of a nightmare she really was. She deserved the words Mia was saying. They were a little harsh in her opinion, just a smidge, but she knew she deserved them, and had no right to defend herself, however desperately she wanted to.
Apparently her older sister knew how crap she felt. She couldn't have put the words better herself as she told her she probably knew she knew it was her own damn fault for feeling the way she did. Still, she rolled her eyes. It was typical family talk. Sighing, she took another sip of the drink in front of her, listening to her words intently. But what choice did she have but to nod? She knew how true it was and if she denied it, she would be a liar, and she didn't lie as often as one might think.
As her sister's eyes dipped back down to the newspaper, she heard something about hearing their fued perfectly from her room, and then something about not talking back. She could hardly stop herself from rolling ehr eyes. That's what she did, she spoke back, so what? this wasn't Hogwarts. She wasn't going to get kicked out for speaking back, so she might as well do it. She knew Mia wouldn't approve of her logic, so she kept her mouth shut.
"First of all, Mum and Dad do love you and if you don't believe that than you are just acting like a spoiled brat," Mia was suddenly staring into Kyrstabelle's eyes. Quickly Kyrstabelle looked down. She didn't want to feel as guilty as she already did. She busied herself by drinking the coffee. A rubbish diversion, but she could stare at the brown coffee, which were better than Mia's brown eyes.
Continuing the lecture Mia promised she wouldn't give, she said, "I know that it was not right of dad to say those things but he was just mad. He probably regrets it and it was just a heat of the moment type of thing. They only want to protect you and make sure that no harm comes your way. You really need to start looking at it from that point of view instead of being so negative about it," she offered. Scoffing, the Seventh year replied, "I doubt it, sister. Call me what you like but I doubt he loves me. Not any more. He used to, but I jepordised it. Yes, yes," she added quickly, "I know that was my fault. I'm not being negative. I'm being realistic." She argued with a sigh, finishing her coffee and standing to turn the kettle back on, turning her back on Mia, and therefore, the chat that was making her squirm. "Want one?" She tried to divert the subject.
And then, Mia shocked her. She told her about what she thought of her almost sleeping with some guy. She told Kyrstabelle that she didn't approve. She wasn't going to lecture her, but she shouldn't be sexually active, not with strangers, at least with someone she loved. Kyrstabelle Michella McLaggen, in love? No, no one would see the day. Kyrstabelle didn't want to fall in love. She'd seen the way it changed people. She didn't want to be changed. Change was bad and it was happening too often in her opinion. She then mentioned getting pregnant. Indignantly, she interrupted, "Me, pregnant?! I'm not that stupid, Mia." Slightly offended she'd think her as stupid as that.
"But don't worry, I won't tell Mum and Dad. You do know I don't tell them everything, right? I wouldn't betray you like that,"
"Thanks, Mia, and now let me tell you something we will all agree on. I. Will. Never. Fall. In. Love." with a smile, she sat down at the family table again, and sipped her new cup of coffee. "I've seen the way it changes people. I don't like change." with a shudder, she continued, "And too much of it has happened. I don't and won't fall in love." The youngest McLaggen female shook her head, proving her point that she'd made up her mind. She would never fall for a boy that deeply until she was at least thirty three.
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