THE LAST RESORT.
❝ Temperance is the outlier of Forks' High School - the one girl people recognise but never take the time to remember. She followed her friends blindly in hopes she'd be included time and time again. She would squeeze into the tinie...
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Temperance blinks her eyes open half heartedly. The mascara having clumped her eyelashes together overnight and the familiar crust in the corners of her eyes. Oh how she hated having oily skin, it meant more acne and more liquid discharge from her eyes overnight. She wasn't a pretty sight when she first woke up, especially after the events of last night.
Tyler never thought you were pretty last night anyway, just that you were different, Temperance's mind hisses and she groans. "Shut up."
"Temperance, honey?" the hesitant voice of her mother, Beatrice Ellen, calls from behind her bedroom door. "Can I come in?"
"I don't know. Can you?" Tansy mutters loud enough for her mother to hear as she stares up at her ceiling.
A poster of Jeffery Dean Morgan was taped above her crookedly, the laminated picture being used to cover the crack in her ceiling. When she was younger, both girls had been afraid that the ceiling would fall down and crush them both when they were asleep.
So, Beatrice tore the poster from her client's magazine and taped it on the ceiling, promising that the actor was brave and strong enough to protect them while they slept. As they grew into their middle school years, Carolina asked to have a seperate room and Temperance wanted to stay in this room.
When she was unsure or scared of the events taking place in her life, she stared up at the poster and let herself be taken back to a time where all Temperance cared about was getting read Winnie the Pooh before bed.
Life was a lot simpler back then and Temperance hated herself for desiring a boy's attention to feel wanted but she couldn't help it. Everyone in her life had someone they could depend on, and who did she have?
Creak. Temperance glances over at her door, watching silently as its pushed open.
"I really need to go to the hardware store to get some oil for this door," her mother sighs, her red curls held together in a bun.
Temperance doesn't answer and her mothers matching eyes connect with her. "I brought some reinforcements."
The door swings open completely and in her mother's hands were makeup wipes and their grey kitten Cobalt. Temperance ponders over her actions for a moment before lifting the blanket with a sigh, gesturing for her mum to join her.
"Okay, you're gonna need to move over a smidge," Beatrice grins, her footsteps forming a light skip as she makes her way towards Temperance.
Her mother toes off her sneakers and slides into the bed, the cat meowing in protest as she's placed under the blanket and in Temperance's arms.
"Ugh, mum, no!"
"C'mon, scoot-"
"No!"
"Yes, just a little bit more..." Beatrice pushes Temperance back by her shoulders and scoops her legs into her arms to drag them onto the other side of the bed. "There we go, was that so hard?"
