．．． 𖦹 𝑩𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨 Genrette, all her life Tabitha has been subjected to pity, and sadness. Everyone immediately feeling bad for her, although they never knew her.
After believing her little brother died with her mother, she finally found out that...
she laid in the hammock that hung between the two trees, in her bikini and a pair of linen shorts. twisting a pen in between her fingers as she stared off over the marsh, her diary in her lap.
the girl tried to write, she tried so hard. but all the emotion she held inside couldn't be put into words. it infuriated her, the way she feels so much inside but can't express it.
not even to people.
the faint sounds of music came from the surf shack, kie and cleo were probably cleaning up in there.
ever since morocco and practically being forced off of goat island, she'd moved in with the pogues, her new family.
they'd hit it off instantly, quickly becoming friends, bonding over the shared interest of 'JJ Maybank'. they told her about him, helped her understand things about her little brother, things she never knew.
a strong gust of wind blew over her, the pages of her diary crinkling and flipping over, though she didn't have the energy to flip them back. she was thinking.
thinking about the man she believed to be her dad, she believed to be the one who loved her, who was meant to be safe.
but a safe person doesn't kill his own family in cold blood.
"tabs?" pope shouted from the house, causing her to twist her head around, putting her pen in her book and closing it, leaving it on the log next to the hammock before standing up and running through the garden up to the house.
"yeah?" she answered as she turned around the corner, pope standing on the porch.
"are you coming to the boneyard tonight? or are you gonna stay back here with sarah?" he asked, as he sat down on one of the steps.
she thought about it for a moment. it would be her first time really mingling with the rest of people on kildare, she'd never really been around them before. it would be fun. but then, she doesn't want to leave sarah all alone.
"i don't know..." she trailed off, still thinking about it, weighing out the pros and cons. going out for her was never an easy decision, specifically not now.
"you should come, it's always fun." john b butted in as he walked down the steps and towards the twinkie, pope nodding in agreement.
"uh... fine. i'll come." she said, smiling as the two boys in front of her high fived. they were clearly happy to finally get her out and socialising rather than laying in a hammock all day, trying (and failing) to write.
11.09.23 𝓓ear 𝓓iary,
How am I? Well, let's think about it, I found out my brother's alive, was beginning to get to know him, then him, my friends and my dad all disappeared off to Morocco, and when they return i get told that my dad murdered him and he died... yeah I'm not doing too good!
Sure, I barely knew him, but that's beside the point. The fact is, I found out that my little brother wasn't actually dead?? But then my dad who I trusted killed him?? Yeah, I should be totally chill about that.
I've spent the last three months grieving, crying and all around wallowing. My friends have tried their hardest to get me out of the house, and socialising again. It didn't work. Obviously.
But now, I'm starting to feel like myself again.
So, I'm going out with them all to the boneyard tonight, minus Sarah, of course.
Anyway, I'd better go get ready.
Tabby ♡︎
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BETH'S TALKING
why am i getting a spotify ad from the government in welsh.
