"Evade Shenanigans" - 𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗛𝗔𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗗

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

MASSSIIVEEE ASS SORRY FOR TAKIGN SO LONG TO FINISH THIS I KEEP FORGETTING TO CONTINUE AND PUBLISH IT BUT HERE IT IS

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Vienna was on her way back home after watching some type of sports game. It was late night- not really, around evening actually. 

She was never a sporty person. Hell, she doesn't even do anything remotely close to an exercise. She doesn't even go on walks, she just rots in her room all day just downing each coffee pack she can find. She rarely does anything productive.

But a good friend of hers managed to convince her. To be honest, she may or may not have a thing for her, but she doesn't even know how to express that thing (or should I say warm feeling.) Bitch never knows how to express emotions aside from pent-up anger that slowly began to overflow every now and then.

That pent-up anger originated from an unhealthy relationship with her and her brother Michael. Ever since their mom unlived (hung) herself and their dad got drunk and drove to his death in an accident, they were never the same when they were children.

She remembers how in the backyard her and Michael planted Lilies somewhere in there, but now those are wilting away. Vienna never really wanted to keep taking care of something that her brother touched.

A disappointed sigh escaped her when the silhouette of her house was seen from a fair distance, too drained to be dealing with her brother again. For a second, she considered sleeping over at her friend's house for the night but decided against it.

A few more minutes of walking, she finds herself standing at her front door. With an inaudible groan, she twisted the door knob and stepped inside.

First thing she noticed was Michael sitting on the sofa, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. 

"Cook for yourself. Or not." He spoke without even looking up, knowing who just entered.

Vienna rolled her eyes and headed to the kitchen without replying back. Ever since their regular arguing and sometimes fighting days, it died down to just not caring if the other died. They barely speak to each other anymore, especially Vienna. Not only has she refused to speak to Michael, she refused to speak entirely. Some already thought she was mute.

She lost the courage to speak to anyone anymore when the depression hit her hard. She does speak sometimes, but only a little few words and only around that one friend. Luckily, she knows sign language for whatever reason, most likely a mute friend she had. She wondered where he is today.

Vienna passed the fridge, instead heading for the cabinet where most of her coffee packs were stored. She grabbed one, poured it in an empty white mug and then hot water. She threw the coffee pack in the trash and headed to her room.

She placed the mug on her lamp desk next to the bed and sat down, staring off at nothing afterwards. She glanced at the clock then opened the curtains a bit, enough to get a small view at the stars above.

She remembers how her and her family would sit in an open field and stargaze. All four of them had a thing for astrology in some way.

She stared there for a while, thinking of something.

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