Post by FARREN TAYLOR on Jan 2, 2012 2:09:35 GMT
"Merry Christmas, Farren. Your boyfriend is leaving you."
A voice inside Farren's head whispered as the brunette dressed in a white ball gown ran through the double doors of the restaurant and out into the chilly night air. Tears were streaming down her face, and the poor girl felt as if someone had taken a hammer to her chest. It was hard to breath. Her vision was blurry, and no one was around except the doorman, who looked at her with pity, asking her, "Are you okay, sweetie?" Farren couldn't help but laugh at the question. If you saw someone crying, would you think they were okay? No. Of course not. Instead of breaking down, however, Farren simply nodded her head and began running the other direction down the steps and onto the sidewalk. She couldn't go anywhere. She had ridden with Blaine, and there was no way in HELL that she would go back in and ask for a ride. Not with Lyric riding with them, which she was sure was his plan in the first place.
Merry Christmas, Farren. Your boyfriend cheated on you...
The voice continued as she slowed her Pace and found herself staring into the black of an alley. Normally, Farren knew better than to venture into a scary, dark place like that, but the pain in her chest was getting worse and the breath she actually still had was getting even more difficult to keep after she'd been running. "Damn these stupid heels..." she muttered, stepping out of them, picking them up. Looking at them for a moment, she remembered how excited she was about them. They were four inch heels, and when she bought them at the store, she couldn't help but smile at the thought of being that much closer to Blaine's height, that much closer to him. Anger settled in at that moment, and Farren bit her lip as she looked up into the alley again. "FUCK YOU!" she yelled, not caring who heard. She was directing Blaine, even though he wasn't there. Looking back at the shoes after a moment, she shook her head and suddenly tossed the shoes into the abyss of darkness before her. The look of them made her sick. The thought of being happy about a pair of shoes with Blaine in mind made her sick, actually. Everything about him made her sick at that moment.
After a moment, Farren stared at her bare feet, realizing there was no way she could go home without shoes on. They probably wouldn't even let her in a cab if she didn't have any on, and it was a long walk home. Cursing to herself, Farren slowly entered the darkness removing her cellphone from her clutch and turning on the lighted screen, searching for the shoes. Then, she remembered the wallpaper. Turning her phone to face her, she saw the picture of Blaine and her in his arms on the couch. She had taken it one night after a movie. It was about a month or two ago, and they looked happy. Another tear fell down her face, and Farren couldn't take it anymore. Walking over to the brick wall to her right, she slid onto the concrete, her face going Into her hands as she began to cry. Everything reminded her of him, and he didn't even care she was in an alleyway crying over him. She was pathetic, and there was nothing she could do.
A voice inside Farren's head whispered as the brunette dressed in a white ball gown ran through the double doors of the restaurant and out into the chilly night air. Tears were streaming down her face, and the poor girl felt as if someone had taken a hammer to her chest. It was hard to breath. Her vision was blurry, and no one was around except the doorman, who looked at her with pity, asking her, "Are you okay, sweetie?" Farren couldn't help but laugh at the question. If you saw someone crying, would you think they were okay? No. Of course not. Instead of breaking down, however, Farren simply nodded her head and began running the other direction down the steps and onto the sidewalk. She couldn't go anywhere. She had ridden with Blaine, and there was no way in HELL that she would go back in and ask for a ride. Not with Lyric riding with them, which she was sure was his plan in the first place.
Merry Christmas, Farren. Your boyfriend cheated on you...
The voice continued as she slowed her Pace and found herself staring into the black of an alley. Normally, Farren knew better than to venture into a scary, dark place like that, but the pain in her chest was getting worse and the breath she actually still had was getting even more difficult to keep after she'd been running. "Damn these stupid heels..." she muttered, stepping out of them, picking them up. Looking at them for a moment, she remembered how excited she was about them. They were four inch heels, and when she bought them at the store, she couldn't help but smile at the thought of being that much closer to Blaine's height, that much closer to him. Anger settled in at that moment, and Farren bit her lip as she looked up into the alley again. "FUCK YOU!" she yelled, not caring who heard. She was directing Blaine, even though he wasn't there. Looking back at the shoes after a moment, she shook her head and suddenly tossed the shoes into the abyss of darkness before her. The look of them made her sick. The thought of being happy about a pair of shoes with Blaine in mind made her sick, actually. Everything about him made her sick at that moment.
After a moment, Farren stared at her bare feet, realizing there was no way she could go home without shoes on. They probably wouldn't even let her in a cab if she didn't have any on, and it was a long walk home. Cursing to herself, Farren slowly entered the darkness removing her cellphone from her clutch and turning on the lighted screen, searching for the shoes. Then, she remembered the wallpaper. Turning her phone to face her, she saw the picture of Blaine and her in his arms on the couch. She had taken it one night after a movie. It was about a month or two ago, and they looked happy. Another tear fell down her face, and Farren couldn't take it anymore. Walking over to the brick wall to her right, she slid onto the concrete, her face going Into her hands as she began to cry. Everything reminded her of him, and he didn't even care she was in an alleyway crying over him. She was pathetic, and there was nothing she could do.
