Before them we were lost; we were stuck in our twisted version of wonderland.
Before them I hadn't noticed; my sister was following in my footsteps, spiralling into a dark hole.
Before them I had forgotten; I'd lost myself in the drugs and isolation...
🌿listen to You by The 1975 while reading this piece🌿 I honestly had a lightbulb moment the other day that sam's ex could be used as some of the pictures for the the story if her face is shown not too much. Ayy! Anyways, my last couple chapters weren't amazing so I salute you if you've gotten this far. Just letting you know, they get cosy pretty quick. ------------------------------------------ I thought I was tripping. The house was practically a maze, there were corridors that lead to nowhere, pointless rooms with pointless furniture just because they could. Most walls were blank and you had to take your shoes off before you got onto the carpets. Pippa said her mum enforces dumb strict rules on them just because she had money. The girls never followed the rules though. After giving me a tour of the house Pippa invited me into her room. 3:15am Her room was at the top of four floors, before opening the door she turned to me, took a deep breath in and smiled. It was a converted loft. The room was filled with natural light spilling everywhere, it took a moment for my eyes to adjust. There was a window in the slanted roof with crystals which transferred an iridescent light and a dream catcher hanging from it; under that was a mattress covered in pillows and blankets. A black zodiac tapestry hung by the side of the bed with fairy lights and plants dotted around, I think there's even a small pot garden. There was a collage of Polaroids on one chalk grey wall and album covers on another, the third wall was plastered with dark art work. A long mirror leant against the wall with jewellery hanging from it, a black dresser on the opposite side with a collection of pills and scattered makeup, next to it was a steel rack with a hand full of black clothes and shoes. Candles were on every surface and some lanterns too. I could smell a perfect mix of weed and scented candles. Bohemian pillows and industrial-style lamps were dotted around. The old carpet had been stripped back; exposing the weary wooden floor, it then had three contrasting matts splashed on it. Two long boards were propped up in the corner behind the door next to a Vinyl rack.
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She slid her hands in her pockets and strolled over to her bed throwing herself down. I followed after and laid down next to her. We both looked up through the glass at the night sky, "I've got so many questions" I whispered keeping my eyes fixed on the bright stars. Pippa was a box of secrets and wonders. She was an adventure, she intrigued me intensely. I felt like I'd never get bored of her, the way she scrunched up her face was adorable and although her smile was infectious her eyes told stories. Pippa wouldn't have to say much and she'd have me wrapped around her finger, whenever she flicked her hair off her shoulder I felt weak in my knees. She fidgeted a little, "Not yet, you might decide you don't like what you find out." She hushed. My head turned to her, I watched her for a moment as she gazed into the night. I placed my arm behind my head. My attention trailed off to my surroundings as I searched for things to talk about. "Did you do those?" My eyes pointed in the direction of her art, Pippa rotated her head towards them too. "Don't, they're awful!" She placed her hands over her face and blushed a little, "I think they're amazing!" I tried to pull her hands away gently. "Nah." She scrunched her face up again, turning over to me, we were now face to face, our noses nearly touching. "It's cute when you do that." I almost felt like I was loosing myself in her au again. Pursing her lips together and frowning she then whispered, "Do what?" I brushed her hair back, "when you scrunch your face up" she laughed a little and turned over, I mimicked her so we were both laying on our backs again. "Pippa," "Yeah," I hesitated, "Why are you sad?" Then gulped silently. She gave no answer and sat up. She sat there for a moment as I watched her. Before getting up she ran her fingers through her hair and dipped her head down and then made her way over to the records, putting one on and turning around. Her hair covered her face and she leant on the side for a while. The record played and Pippa Hopelessly climbed back into bed pulling the covers over her now. I decided I'd burrow myself under too. I let out a sigh and she then began to talk "Because I'm a pill popper" she shrugged. I waited there for second "We all pop pills now and again but it doesn't last" I watched her. She then turned over and cuddled into me, "We're all fighting our own battles Sam." She whispered and buried her head into my chest, I wrapped my arms around her.
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She sighed, her breathing pattern was out of rhythm and shallow, I squeezed her tighter. "I'll tell you my story if you tell me yours." I pressed my lips against her head, she snuggled further in.
