[EDITING]
you took a polaroid of us,
then discovered,
the rest of the world was black and white,
but we were in screaming color,
and I remember thinking
are we out of the woods yet?
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tw: death.
season 5, episode 8
* 15 YEARS AGO *
"Magnolia," A familiar voice cooed, my shoulder shaking slightly.
I shoved the hand from my shoulder, clenching my eyes shut, trying to force myself back to sleep. The voice persisted, along with continuous shoves to my shoulder.
"Lia!" The voice then yelled, harshly shoving me off of the bed. A loud groan escaped me as I tumbled to the floor with a thud, my hands cradling my aching head.
"Oops," The deep voice snorted above me, causing me to crack one eye open, seeing Myles standing in front of me.
I blinked my eyes erratically, surprised by the sight of my older brother in front of me. "Myles? What are you doin' here?" I murmured, my voice heavy with sleep and agony.
My brother slowly crouched on the ground, his brown eyes squinted in amusement. "It's summer for me too, little sis," he said, using his finger to flick my nose.
Grumbling, I swatted his hand away, still feeling the throbbing pain in my head. "Well you should go back to college, it was funer without you," I complained, shooting him a half-hearted glare.
"'Funer' isn't a word," Myles snorted before standing to his feet. "You'd think you know that. Y'know, finishing 10th grade with the highest grades in your glass and all,"
I rolled my eyes with a scoff, pushing myself up from the floor. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," I muttered, rubbing my sore shoulder. "So, what's the emergency that couldn't wait until I woke up?"
Myles smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Mom wants to talk to you. Said it's important," he replied.
I furrowed my brows, wondering what my mom could possibly need from me. It was summer vacation, it was time for fun, to go swimming, hang out with friends– not worry about serious matters. Nevertheless, I knew better than to ignore Kathleen Gates.
"Did she say what it was about?" I asked, still trying to shake off the remnants of sleep.
Myles mindlessly shrugged. "Nope, just said to get downstairs pronto,"
I groaned, feeling a mix of curiosity and irritation– which was mainly directed toward Myles. "It better not be something dumb,"
My 19-year-old brother chuckled, staring at me dumbly. "Only way to find out, little sis,"
With a reluctant growl, I pulled myself fully to my feet and shuffled past Myles, who watched me with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "Alright, I'll go see what she wants," I mumbled, more to myself than him.
