"If"Every year, she'd do this. If she moved to a new town, as she inevitably did, she'd set up a new one and do it there. Hal would never tell anyone about it, it's private business, they didn't need to know.
Chances are, they didn't want to know.
She watched the neighborhoods go by, an old lady on her porch, some children playing in their yard. Everyday things. Today was perfectly average, just like any other. Except for Hal, but it's not like she mattered. Hal knew this, of course, she didn't matter, she was unimportant. Her father told her, Nick told her, the world told her. And that was alright with her, anyway.
She parked a little down the street, and strode with calm, unhurried strides toward her destination. She pushed the old gates out of the way, and walked to the back, where an old shack stood and vines crept down the wall. There, at the base of the wall and just short of the vines, were five little crosses. They weren't sturdy, or fancy; only made of sticks bound together with string, and pushed into the soft ground. Hal knelt before them, and pulled out the package. Inside, there were five roses, fully in bloom, the way nature intended them and florists never sold them. She lay one in front of each little cross. She might've said a prayer or something, but she couldn't remember any of those anymore. Instead, she just sat there a bit longer, thinking.
What if they had been given a chance? To grow up, and live a life. She hated Nick for that, above all else. But then again, what would they have had if they lived? An underage slut for a mother, and an abusive drunk of a father? She didn't want that for them, or anyone. It was probably better this way, anyway. No use in thinking about the "if"s in life. If: I fantasize.
After a long moment, Hal stood up and glanced down at the little graves, and walked back to the gates. She paid the marble tombstones little notice, but that may be because of the tears gathering in her eyes. She hurried back to her motorcycle and revved it to life, and took off back for the house.
Five roses, five children who never saw daylight.
{Hi okay this is depressing. ANYWAY this may need a little explaining.
Hal lived with Nick from the time she was thirteen till she was seventeen. During that time, they had a lot of sex. And sometimes, that sex resulted in pregnancy. Nick didn't want kids, obviously, so he made Hal get an abortion. Four times. The fifth one, though, was from when Hal finally got away from that douche when he and his friends... well... :l Gang-raped her. To put it bluntly. But, since she was 1) Malnourished, 2) completely unhealthy, 3) living on the streets, and 4) had gotten rid of too many babies already, the last one miscarried. And now she does this every year. 'v'
HOW JOYFUL, REALLY.}
Miserable
Y'sound familiar.
((Welcome! : D Old player new account, or totally new?))
{This would be Shura, actually xD}
Actually doll, I was thinkin' that y'sounded like my sister. : |
((Yeah I feel derpy. <3))
Ohh. Well, then tha's fine. -grins- Well what's yer name, then?
{Don't worry, I get that same feeling all the time xD}
Rose. And she would have ended it at that, but proper manners dictact otherwise.
....Yerself, doll?
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