A/n: it's not called this because it isn't finished btw
also a/n trigger warning maybe :T
Time doesn't end
I know, I barely told you anything last time. Perhaps we shall continue where we left off, with me on the ground and Brooklyn awkwardly trying to get me to wake up...
Sound good?
Well okay, I tripped.
On nothing...
Anyway, I am currently unconscious.
Brooklyn is standing above me, shaking my shoulders, repeating "Ava...?" Over and over again, earning some judgmental looks and the such.
I nodded slowly, attempting to wake myself. "Br-bro-oklyn?" I asked, reaching for her shoulders, perhaps for support to stand. She lifted me off the ground and I dusted myself off, still wobbly.
I caught her staring at my wrists and I realized that when I attempted to get up, my sleeves slid down a little bit. She could probably see the scars. I slid my sleeves over my arms and continued while she looked at me with a slightly surprised expression, as if she wanted to ask something but didn't know how. I guess she just doesn't know what to say to me. "What?" I ask her, knowing that it would make the conversation a thousand times more awkward... anyway, I just look at her clear blue eyes and wait for an answer. All she manages to say is "You-you? You... what?" I blinked and made a questioning face. She played with her hair and said, "You al'ight?" She says with her New Jersey accent. I glanced at her and then nodded sadly. Well, this just got deep.
I looked up at her and say without thinking, "Does everyone here have that kinda accent?" My brain really didn't like me today. She giggled and made a face. "Some do, I guess," She said laughing some more. "Your accent is neat too."
I guess this is what my life has come to, I mean what else would it be am I right? Here mumbling to my roommate about our accents.
Yeah.
Well okay, maybe you're wondering how we got to where we were before... Well be patient, we're not there yet. I suppose maybe I'll start with getting there, we just have to eventually build up... wait, please.
Clutching my satchel that had fallen on the ground, I stand up, still very dizzy. I lean on Brooklyn for support and she kinda pushes me into the dorm room and makes me lay down. The world spins as I look at a glass of water being set down next to me on my nightstand.
Blinking I grab my computer and start to type while my head aches.
"I think I have an essay due..." Was all my brain could mutter as I look through my planner for any sign of homework, but I'm not the best at writing things I need to remember.
Brooklyn walked out of the door of our room and I fell onto the back of my bed, staring at the ceiling. What had happened today? I went out for coffee and tripped myself unconscious. We complimented each other's accents.
Wow, my life was freaking sad.
And the scars, oh gosh. I should hide them better. I slid my sleeve down and frowned. That was not a good time for me and yet again it feels so current. Was it almost 3 years ago? Right? I shook my head and wore more long sleeve shirts.
I pull the things out of my bag for the first time since I arrived. So much has happened.
I plug in my "new" phone and laptop as well as take out pictures of my family. I hang them on my wall and also hang a picture of my real family. The ones I never really met, I mean just not as much as I'd like to... anywho. I put a picture of them on the wall too.
Smiling to myself, I fell asleep holding a stuffed animal and wearing jeans.
a/n sweet jesus I need to write more to actually get to the interesting part and don't ye worry i actually have plans for this and no this isn't a romance jes u s
they're just friends com e o n
(Maybe *cough*)
I've also been deleting a lot of author notes, so, yeah?
