The first semester in Oxford has already started. Balancing between studying to become a lawyer and life in general, Julia Eden has found herself sitting across from a shrink, or in better words: a psychologist.
It only gets worse when the old man s...
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It's a bad idea.
Two blue eyes fell on the retro-looking copper telephone, sitting on the mirrored nightstand. One could definitely notice a desperate longing in the bright jewel-like eyes of Julianne Eden. Debating between her stash of coke she had stacked in the far corner of her vanity table drawer and the mentioned-before cheesy pretzels, she sat on the Egyptian cotton of her bed, facing the nightstand. There was a grubby-looking leather-covered book perched on her slim crossed legs. A tiny cut on her left knee was visible under the hem of her pale blue La Perla slip, probably gotten while climbing down a wall earlier that day.
If she gained more weight (counting out the weight she had gained over the Summer holidays), she could always head to the gym attached to their indoor pool that had been going through a redecoration throughout the Summer. Surgery, precisely for nostrils, didn't come for free and Narcissa Eden wouldn't pay for it anyway.
Having decided, Julia reached for the receiver reluctantly, her smallest finger bumping on the silvery photo frame on the way. It fell on the floor, saved by the creamy shag rug, the kind Julia would later buy for her own house someday. Hardening her sharp jaw, she landed on her feet, the veil of wavy golden hair framing her pretty face as she leaned forward to take the photo frame. Void of any sort of makeup, she looked absolutely pale, almost sick from how slim her face was.
The boy in the photo might have looked like her, but there was a healthy tan on his smiling face. He had the same buttery golden hair that glistened in the sunlight as he stared back at her through the frame. Beside him, a much younger and shorter Julia was giggling at the camera, a rare sight for years. Both of them, held two helium balloons.
One and two.
The twins, Julia and Robert had been twelve that day and this was the last picture of him. In fact it had been taken only a few hours before the accident.
Julia set the photo frame down carefully, keeping a few more inches from the edge than usual. For a moment, she nearly considered sprinting towards her vanity table, taking out her stash and snorting a line or two. Against her will, she instead held the receiver up and dialed for the catering kitchen.
The typical Londoner's accent told her it was Joshua, the one with a cut on his cheek, who was on duty tonight.
"Miss Eden, the pretzels will take an hour," he informed her. "Anything else, ma'am?"
"Do you have that bulgogi, the spicy one?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"That too. Take your time, Joshua." She hung up with an audible sigh before collecting the leather bound book. Her initials were engraved on the faded brown cover. Her unfinished sketch was visible on the cream colored paper. Pushing her earphones in, she dabbled on it as Elton John crooned about a certain ballerina in the background.
