everlong

cataclysm

"Julia?" Krist called from outside her bedroom door, lightly tapping on it with his knuckles.

She was huddled beneath an abundance of blankets, crumpled up in a ball. Tissues littered her bed and floor. She weakly pushed off the blankets, and sat up. "Yeah?" She called weakly, her voice scratched and nasally.

He creaked the door open, poking his head inside. "Just checking in," he said, forcing a weak smile, before leaving. Calling the week gloomy would be a great travesty. The loved ones Kurt had left behind were feeling the deepest, most hopeless heartache they didn't even know existed, especially Julia, and Courtney. The two were mourning in similar conditions, hibernating beneath their blankets and sheets, crying relentlessly, and isolating themselves from the outside world.

Dave and Rosie went to Courtney's house, and kept an eye on her and Frances, while Krist and shelli took on Julia. It wasn't a hard job, due to the fact that the two woman weren't heard or seen unless you alerted them yourself.

They both understood that there wasn't an element of surprise to Kurt's death any longer. Though a tragedy, it wasn't a complete surprise. He had been digging a hole for himself for years, struggling with suffocating mental illnesses and a drug addiction. Kurt Cobain has began to burn the candle at both ends, and it finally ran out.

But still, Julia didn't ever want to imagine the actual event of his death happening. The thought of something like this happening lingered in the back of her head, but she didn't actually foresee the occurrence of it really happening, and no one else did either.

This didn't make it hurt any less, though.

She wasn't foreign to such crippling heart ache. When her and Dave split, she was the same heap of sadness. But understandably, this personal cataclysm hurt worse than the one  she had experienced after Dave, for the sole reason of him not being there any longer.

Once things began looking up for her, her "friendship" with Dave strengthened, but there would be no connecting with Kurt after she healed from this blow, if she ever could. He was no longer hers, he was now stardust.

She clamped a hand against her mouth, muffling an animal like sound of raw agony.

So there she lay, weeping quietly beneath the blankets, her heart shattered into an abundance of unfixable pieces.

Sorry for the low rate of updates, the depression is popping off😍😍