porcelain // l.h

one

Your eyes only see what is on the outside, because what is on the inside, must be found.

And what an adventure that would be.

Sweat dripped from pale skin, cascading down a rosy cheek. Hair clung to a forehead, damp from the heat. A girl sat alone in her room, with nothing but a piece of paper to keep herself cool. She waved it back and forth in front if her face, her eyes closed and breath heavy. It was hot, so hot not one drop of water from any tap was cold.

"Tristan!" A voice yelled from another room. The pale, and sweaty, girl sighed. She stood up of off her bed, which was only a mattress in the corner of a white room, and ran a hand through wet hair. The girl walked down the hall, still waving that piece of paper in front of her face. She stopped in the kitchen, where a lady stood, who looked about in her forties. The lady was clutching a portable fan, holding it up to her face. She seemed not to notice that someone had entered the room.

"Yes?" The girl answered, slightly pissed at the fact she was called.

"Oh Tristan, you're here." The lady said surprised, why? Tristan wasn't sure because she had been the one to call her.

"It's Tris." Trista- Tris snapped, her eyebrows furrowing.

"I call you what I want to call you." The lady retaliated angrily, "I'm your mother for god sakes." She rolled her eyes and lent herself against the kitchen bench, with only one arm.

"What do you want." Tris asked.

Her mother sighed, and grabbed a glass from the cupboard above her head. "I want to talk." She walked over the the fridge and pulled out a bottle of whiskey, pouring herself a glass.

"Well talk." Tris never liked her mother, she didn't even call her mother or mum, because that's not how she saw her. She saw her how she really was, a bitch.

"Don't get cheeky with me," She held the glass of whiskey towards Tris, as if it was a threat, but it wasn't. "I need to talk to you about college, are you still going?"

"Of course." Tris frowned and folded her arms against her chest.

Her mother pouted and took a sip of her drink, "Are you sure?"

"Yes I am sure, why are you even asking me this?" Tris threw her hands in the air and walked towards her mother, who just stared at the glass in her hand.

"You have to be safe." She muttered, her eyes still not leaving the glass.

Tris laughed mockingly, "Jesus christ, I'll be more safe there than I am here. What's the deal with all of this Sharon!"

"Don't you dare call me that!" Sharon's eyes darted up and her words spat out through clenched teeth. "I am your mother, you will treat me with respect or else-"

"Or else what? You'll hit me again?" Tris hissed, she was taller than her mother and right now she was thankful for that. She stood over Sharon and looked down at her, "Go on, hit me." Her eyes stared into Sharon's, making sure it made her feel uncomfortable.

And it sure as hell did, she bowed her head and darted out the room, leaving Tris exactly where she wanted to be, alone.