The Lost Necklace

The Lost Necklace

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Ned is smart, kind, and has his life laid out in front of him. He knows what he wants and how to get it. Ned, he makes me think of order and goodness. But Travis, he is bad, wild, and has a way of making me want to love him. When I'm with him I want to break the rules, my blood starts to pump and my body starts to heat up. 'Lacy, I'm not going to make you live like me. I'm not going to make you break the rules, or forget order. But I sure as hell ain't going to stop you. You chose your life, you chose who you want to love, not some stupid necklace. I'm not the lovey dovey type, but Lacy Jennings, I'm falling for you. All of you.' I can still hear the words he said to me. It's things like this that make me think he's the one I'm going to choose at the Choosing Ceremony.
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He always assumes I want money. That money can replace my desire for a mother, for a female figure who will guide me through the darkness. All he can provide is money. He assumes that because I use the money, that I'm happy, that I don't spend night hunched over my toilet bowl physically sick to my stomach with the guilt of killing my mother. He assumes that because I have friends, that the smile on my face is genuine. That because I smile and confidently stride out of my room in a bikini, that I love myself and the way I look. He assumes everything about me, because he doesn't know me. I'm his daughter, and with the simple fact, he assumes that by just looking at me he knows my every thought. Does he know of the blood I spill when I have no other method of coping? Does he know of the times I sit and ponder about what it would be like to go through death? Does he know that when he leaves for work, I cry myself to sleep and wish for a mother? Does he know that I could care less about him? I hate him. But he loves me. Does he know, that through all this mess, I just want a mother. Because according to Disney, mother knows best?

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