#augustopen

“Were closed for a private event. Go find your drink elsewhere.” Serena said plainly. She wanted to remain grieving but couldn’t. She had work to do, and a huge Christmas Party today was what she needed to focus her mind on. 

Robert stepped out of his car and adjusted his jacket. With a deep sigh, he paid the meter and turned to walk into a potential new apartment building when he crashed straight into someone. “Oh, ‘scuse me,” he grunted.

Daniella’s heart raced, but her face was stony. Death was common in her life of work, in fact she caused it more often that it happened around her. But Violet... her precious baby Violet. The one who had started the chain reaction of mothering feelings to come from an otherwise heartless woman... Daniella’s rage was raw and ugly. She wanted Nick dead too. For all she cared, he failed as her husband. Her baby girl, gone. That was unacceptable.

She startles slightly when she hears a noise behind her, raising her head from her arms from when she had been wishly vainly for sleep. It hadn’t come easy to her the past couple of weeks, not since the night of Marcus’ death. Her dreams were plagued with  with horror and Marcus being cruelly ripped away from her tainted every single one of them. Cate had always hated being drunk, but alcohol had been the only thing to ease the pain if only in the slightest and got her to pass out long enough to have decent rest. Swiping a hand across her cheek in case any moisture had escaped before turning her head to the side and dipping her chin. “I don’t want company.” 

      ‘                     I want her... ‘ Rebecca’s voice is low and rough. Her eyes rimmed red and her hands visibly shake as, with each word spoken, she gets louder and louder until she’s screaming in rage at every RED in sight. ‘ Did I stutter? Get out there, and find her, and bring her to me! ‘ She should have done something sooner -- she should’ve killed the bitch the moment she realised who’d put the bullet in her heart... Mania glints in her eyes, hair dishevelled, as she searches for a face she will never see again -- and rage burns in her bones. ‘ Fucking find her! ‘

Ariadne stirred the stray that was within her glass of scotch as she watched the stage. They all knew what had occurred but knew work needed to be done. Please the masses, bring money in and let others be happy for at least a second. Taking a swig of the scotch she looked away.

Bourbon, whiskey, vodka.... she had drank it all and none of it helped. She was oblvious but she wasn’t numb truly. Just filled with rage and anger. She wanted to kill them all. She wanted them all to go to hell and burn. SHe had been drunk at the funeral, much to her mothers disgust. She had been drunk ever since, fighting anyone who pissed her off or mentioned Violet in some way. Her sister, her best friend, was gone. And no one was fixing that. “Another in the grave. Soon to be accompanied by more.” She murmured as she stepped over the lifeless body of the man she had just punched and beat to death, heading in the direction of her home, even though it was dark and empty of life. Empty of hope. Empty of everything.