𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦

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TOTALLY OFF TOPIC BUT NO OTHER FEELING BY EGG PLAYED AND IT JUST MADE MY DAY SO MUCH BETTER ITS SUCH A CALMING SONG AHHHHHHH

Characters:

Celesto

Name meaning: heavenly

Age: 20

Appearance: Fluffy brown hair, Golden doe eyes, 5'4, lean

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Damien

Name meaning: To tame or subdue

Age: 24

Appearance: Fluffy black hair, Emerald green eyes, 6'3, fit

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Everyone else is irrelevant

The pictures look so much better on mobile

•Celesto's POV•

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         I wake up to a sad- no- depressing reality once again. Back discomfort, freezing cold; extremely tired. How long have I been down here? Days, weeks, months even? I'm not sure, but my mother said I'm allowed upstairs to get myself to look presentable today. Splendid. I try my best to stand up. Holding onto the walls, I manage to get up. My eyes are so dry. Crust would practically fly off of them if I blinked.

 I drag myself upstairs with the help of the railing. My feet are relieved to feel the warm carpet. I look around. Empty house- per usual. I open the bathroom door closing and locking it behind me. 

         I walk over to the shower and turn it on to cold. I get a weird comfort from cold showers. I reluctantly peel the clothes off my body. I stare at the various cuts and bruises. Luckily none of them will leave permanent marks. How did my life come to this?

         Stepping in the cold shower, I let the water flow all over me. My hair drenched, my body finally moist. I grab my caramel scented shampoo and put it on my hands. I rub it in thoroughly for no reason at all, but it gives me a weird satisfaction. I make sure to thoroughly scrub it all the way through. All the gunk from however long I've been unhygienic washed away, some remaining stuck under my nails. Ew.

         My eyes close. Reminisce. The suffering. Slapping. Grabbing. Punching. Cutting. Why me? I'm helpless; useless. I'm innocent, what could I have possibly done to deserve this? Merely exist? 

         I wash all of the shampoo out my hair making sure all soap particles are eliminated. I open my eyes as the water flows down my face, letting the water hit my golden pupils. The shower illuminates a gold color. Immediately my mind feels refreshed. No more exhaustion, no more confusion. I sigh at the relief. When I let cold water run over my eyes, it's sort of like a boost. It removes any exhaustion, and confusion whilst replenishing my tears, knowledge, and the minimal power I have. I don't understand the logic behind it, but it feels nice so I'm not complaining.

         I pour a little bit of my caramel scented shampoo into my hands and rub it throughout my hair. Whilst I let that sit, I grab my facial cleanser to wash my face. Scrubbing carefully into all my pores I finally don't feel crusty anymore. I grab my vanilla scented body wash and carefully wash every part of my body. I wash lightly over my bruises to not cause any more discomfort than they already cause.

        Finally, I rinse off and step out of the shower. Drying off my hair and body slowly, humming a small tune. The only peaceful times of my day are when my mother isn't home. She always finds a way to make my life horrible. She blames me for any inconvenience she encounters like i'm some unbearable burden that is the bane of her existence.

        I wrap my towel around my body and unlock the door with a click. The door creaks open slowly. I walk out of the bathroom and jog upstairs. Once I'm in front of my room door, I open it making sure to close and lock it behind me.

        I'd like to say I'm safe inside my own home, but I'm not. I have to keep all the doors locked. My mother won't tell me why. She says it's simply because I'm too valuable for her to lose but I know it's more than that. I just can't put my finger on it.

        I walk into my wardrobe and pick out an outfit. I always spend so much time picking but I always chose the most casual outfit ever. Lo and behold, I decide on an oversized graphic tee with some black shorts. Finally, I can sit down. That is until ringing fills the room. Fuck, it's my mom. She only calls me when she wants something. And when she wants something, It's never good.          

          I click answer. " I got worried honey, you answered a second later than usual. You weren't thinking of ignoring me, were you? Never mind that, dress your sexiest we have a few guests over later. Let's just say you won't be living here anymore so be sure to pack." My mother says not letting me utter a word. As soon as she finishes she hangs up.

         I'm not going to be living here any more? What could that mean? Well, I know better than not to disobey my mother. I go into my wardrobe to pick out a new outfit. I pick out lace stockings with a fluffy skirt and a long-sleeve crop top. For jewelry, I decide on a few pearls and hand made bracelets and necklaces of that sort. I also pick out a few rings.

        I walk downstairs to my bathroom to style my hair. I put on a set of gold earrings to compliment my eyes. My lips glisten as I coat them in lip gloss. Finally, I put on a touch of mascara. Good enough. I give myself a little twirl.

        I don't have much to pack. Just some skincare crap, clothes, jewelry, and chargers and other things like that. I don't have any fancy memorabilia or a huge wardrobe, or some blanket I take everywhere. My mother makes sure I don't get attached to anything for her pure enjoyment. If I do, she destroys it as I watch. Like my father.

        The only thing I have left of him is his jacket. The jacket I wear everyday. My mom agreed not to destroy that. I don't know why, she just did. I guess I'm kinda grateful she decided not to be a douchebag for a few seconds. That's the only time I've seen her be nice. The rest of the time she's faking. 

        The rest of the day is me waiting. Waiting and worrying. Where could my mother be sending me off to? Could it be worse than here? Will I ever come back? Stop it Celesto, these questions are absurd. I'll just go with the flow of nature. If my life is meant to improve it will. If it's not, it won't, it's simply out of my control. 

         I just wish things were better though.

Sorry to break it to you Celesto, but you're staying right here in the drafts. 

Please enjoy your stay. 

This chapter was written January 28th.

Word count: 1200