behind blue eyes

'Hey Little One'

(A/U: trigger warning,mentions of a rough upbringing,and death. I felt this song fit well and this would give more input into the way she acts and the things she does,read carefully lovelies.)
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She woke up the next day,every good feeling she felt the day before seemingly gone,tears welling and burning the edges of her eyes when she lifted the Polaroid picture of her and her mother off her bedside table,her heart breaking the longer she looked. "M-mom.." she muttered,her voice breaking,taking a deep breath as she thought about her mother's death. Even after a rough childhood,and everything that was wrong she missed that woman more then she knew humanly possible. She had moved away after all that happened to start anew and go to school,her mothers death tearing at the back of her mind as she tried to shove all the horrible memories of fighting and drinking,shove away the tears and the horrible words,and try to only remember all the good things.
She read the small "I love you" written on the white part of the photo,and she started to sob,covering her face as she cried,finally inhaling sharply and forcing herself out of bed,setting the photo down and walking to the bathroom,dropping her clothes and turning on the shower,getting in and letting the water run down her back,running her hands through her hair as she tried to gain back composure. I need to be better. Make her proud. She thought to herself,closing her eyes and finally managing to stem the long flow of tears,washing her face and finishing showering before turning it off and getting out,putting the ring box in the cabinet above the sink,not wanting to see it anymore.
She made her way to her room and opened her closet,putting on a grey t-shirt and beige cardigan,along with a pair of skinny ripped blue jeans,going back to her bathroom and doing her hair and makeup,not wanting to go out into the world looking like a disaster,she grabbed her phone off the charger and slid it into her back pocket,throwing her backpack gently on the couch,slipping on a pair of black socks and making her way to the kitchen,before figuring she'd just stop at a café closer to school for breakfast and a coffee,this way she could get some homework in too,slipping on her vans and swinging her bag over her shoulder,grabbing her keys and heading out of her apartment to start her day,wanting to atleast try and keep the good feelings alive.
After around ten minutes of walking she found herself at the counter of the café from the day before ordering a bagel and large coffee,finding a cozy high table in the back corner,setting her stuff down and opening her laptop. " Karmin,Coffee and food are ready!" The woman called,and she ran over to grab it,setting it on the table and sipping her coffee as she opened up her assignments, working on them as she ate.
An hour or so had passed before she packed up her things and finished the last of her bagel,picking up her coffee and heading out the door,walking off to school,walking up the steps and entering the classroom. "Have a seat ms.Chadeayne." The teachers warm voice said,and she took her usual seat,going through her day.

~time skip~

After a long day of classes and working she had to head to work,managing to muster up a job in Mrs.Hudsons little restaurant next to the complex,setting her bag in the back and taking a deep breath before pulling up her cardigan sleeves and tying her apron around her waist and getting to work,taking in orders from Mrs.Hudson whenever someone came in to order,making sure to have the orders out quickly but keep the quality up,dreams of her own restaurant and kitchen flooding her mind as she worked,the day seeming to end rather quickly. Eventually Mrs.Hudson came back to let her know she could go home,she smiled at the older woman and nodded,taking off her apron and shoving it in her bag so she could wash it at home. "Bye Mrs.Hudson!" She called as she left,waving as she left,going to her apartment and laying her bag on the couch,pulling her apron from her bag and bringing it to the laundry room,throwing it in the washing machine with the rest of her clothing that needed washing,going to the kitchen to prepare a meal for herself,simply just making some spaghetti,loving pasta and needing something quick to make.

After the pasta was done she plated it carefully and carried it back to the living-room to watch whatever was on at this hour,eventually finding a show she enjoyed she began eating,thankful it was a Friday night and all she had was work the next day,spending the rest of her night relaxing and watching crap Telly.