Post by theinsaneone on Jul 16, 2010 8:06:06 GMT -5
Michelle
Lisbeth's hand was fragile and small in hers. She could feel her scars pressing against the innocent, unmarked skin. Libeth had never asked why her handswas like that. Michelle didn't know what she'd say when she did.
But for now Lisbeth wasonly beginning to talk and walk. It made Michelle's life interesting for sure. The little girl had mastered the art of disappearing. Two nights past, Michelle and Laurahad torn the house apart looking for her until she had called Levi in tears.
They'd found her under Michelle's bed, giggling.
Michelle watched,smiling slightly asLisbeth got involved in creating a sandcastle. It was little moments like these that reminded her why, as she lay dying, she had summoned the energy to call Levi.
It was almost a pity they were both gay, she mused, letting her eyes wander. If they were straight they'd be most likely already married. Too young to be parents of course, the Catholic families inher neighbourhood would frown. But the shame of being knocked up before marriage could be partially eclisped by a quick marriage.
But it wasn't the case. Her Catholic friends from her childhoodwere forbidden from seeing her.
She could imagine the checklist their parents hadfor inappropriate friends.
Homosexual: tick
Sex before marriage: tick
Satan worshipper: well, you never knew
The first two were a contradiction, but Michelle had long since stopped trying to make life make sense. Shit happens. As her experiences had taught her.
Seriously: a lesbian and a gay guy having sex? Well they HAD been incredibly drunk and stoned.
She glanced around and froze.
Lisbeth was gone.
Lisbeth's hand was fragile and small in hers. She could feel her scars pressing against the innocent, unmarked skin. Libeth had never asked why her handswas like that. Michelle didn't know what she'd say when she did.
But for now Lisbeth wasonly beginning to talk and walk. It made Michelle's life interesting for sure. The little girl had mastered the art of disappearing. Two nights past, Michelle and Laurahad torn the house apart looking for her until she had called Levi in tears.
They'd found her under Michelle's bed, giggling.
Michelle watched,smiling slightly asLisbeth got involved in creating a sandcastle. It was little moments like these that reminded her why, as she lay dying, she had summoned the energy to call Levi.
It was almost a pity they were both gay, she mused, letting her eyes wander. If they were straight they'd be most likely already married. Too young to be parents of course, the Catholic families inher neighbourhood would frown. But the shame of being knocked up before marriage could be partially eclisped by a quick marriage.
But it wasn't the case. Her Catholic friends from her childhoodwere forbidden from seeing her.
She could imagine the checklist their parents hadfor inappropriate friends.
Homosexual: tick
Sex before marriage: tick
Satan worshipper: well, you never knew
The first two were a contradiction, but Michelle had long since stopped trying to make life make sense. Shit happens. As her experiences had taught her.
Seriously: a lesbian and a gay guy having sex? Well they HAD been incredibly drunk and stoned.
She glanced around and froze.
Lisbeth was gone.