Cally
01-25-2006, 03:50 PM
Cally is now a member of The Green Lantern Corps with her sister Jezze.
Cally sat on her bed. She had not been sober in days, nor had she bathed or eaten any food. She had been drinking for weeks now. Jezze had come around a couple of times lecturing her about getting out and regaining her life. The last time Cally spit on her little sister and told her to get the hell out of her life. What she know anyway. Jezze was happy. She had Snäke and they were about to get married. Cally had lost Daragorn. He had joined the horde on Christmas Day. He begged her to go with him but Cally had fought the horde hating them more each day, she could not trust them and she would not fight along side of one. She was not about to turn to them even if Daragorn did. She begged him to stay with her but he left.
The bed was unmade; in fact it had not been made up in weeks. The room smelled of decay. Her pet Freckles had eaten every last piece of meat in the place and had left. The remains of what the cat had left still lay on the floor. She did not care. Why should the dam cat stay, hell every last thing she cared for had left her. The guild she loved had disbanded soon after Daragorn left. Suicidal thoughts had been her most prevailing thought. She could not think of anything worth living for, let alone anything worth getting out and killing for. Revenge and hatred had faded, their was no emotions left in her, only self hatred. She hated herself for not holding the guild together, for not being loved enough by Daragorn to keep him by her side, for just giving up on life and she hated herself for not having the courage to just end it. Thirsting for more she searched around the bed, surely there must be some in a bottle beside the bed. Nothing only empties. She kicked an empty bottle sending it across the floor, it hit several dried bones left from Freckles, scattering the pieces in several directions. She watched one bone fragment bounce up and slide into the corner. Her throat burned and she felt nauseated. She needed something wet to clear her throat. Standing up, the room spun and she fell back on the bed. A foul acid substance erupted up inside her esophagus blew into her throat and forced itself against her teeth trying to escape out her mouth. She gagged and tried to swallow, instead of going back down it flew out her nose. It spewed onto the bed and the surrounding wall. Trying to focus to stand, she slumped down face first into the foul stuff. Her nostrils burned and she threw up some more emptying everything in her stomach on to the spoiled bed. The smell made her gag and choke, her stomach tighten again as to hurl more out, but nothing came up. She pulled herself up and rested on her elbows still staring at the mess. She could not stand to get away from it, so she rolled over on her back. Her esophagus still burned, her heart felt on fire and her stomach ached. She looked up at the ceiling and passed out.
Cally sat on her bed. She had not been sober in days, nor had she bathed or eaten any food. She had been drinking for weeks now. Jezze had come around a couple of times lecturing her about getting out and regaining her life. The last time Cally spit on her little sister and told her to get the hell out of her life. What she know anyway. Jezze was happy. She had Snäke and they were about to get married. Cally had lost Daragorn. He had joined the horde on Christmas Day. He begged her to go with him but Cally had fought the horde hating them more each day, she could not trust them and she would not fight along side of one. She was not about to turn to them even if Daragorn did. She begged him to stay with her but he left.
The bed was unmade; in fact it had not been made up in weeks. The room smelled of decay. Her pet Freckles had eaten every last piece of meat in the place and had left. The remains of what the cat had left still lay on the floor. She did not care. Why should the dam cat stay, hell every last thing she cared for had left her. The guild she loved had disbanded soon after Daragorn left. Suicidal thoughts had been her most prevailing thought. She could not think of anything worth living for, let alone anything worth getting out and killing for. Revenge and hatred had faded, their was no emotions left in her, only self hatred. She hated herself for not holding the guild together, for not being loved enough by Daragorn to keep him by her side, for just giving up on life and she hated herself for not having the courage to just end it. Thirsting for more she searched around the bed, surely there must be some in a bottle beside the bed. Nothing only empties. She kicked an empty bottle sending it across the floor, it hit several dried bones left from Freckles, scattering the pieces in several directions. She watched one bone fragment bounce up and slide into the corner. Her throat burned and she felt nauseated. She needed something wet to clear her throat. Standing up, the room spun and she fell back on the bed. A foul acid substance erupted up inside her esophagus blew into her throat and forced itself against her teeth trying to escape out her mouth. She gagged and tried to swallow, instead of going back down it flew out her nose. It spewed onto the bed and the surrounding wall. Trying to focus to stand, she slumped down face first into the foul stuff. Her nostrils burned and she threw up some more emptying everything in her stomach on to the spoiled bed. The smell made her gag and choke, her stomach tighten again as to hurl more out, but nothing came up. She pulled herself up and rested on her elbows still staring at the mess. She could not stand to get away from it, so she rolled over on her back. Her esophagus still burned, her heart felt on fire and her stomach ached. She looked up at the ceiling and passed out.