Name: Mercedes Sado
Nickname: Mercy
Age: 21
Height: 5'5
Weight: 115
Hair: Mid-Thigh Silver
Eyes: Black/dark brown
Welcome Home Mercy
Ikebukuro. She breathed in her home town deeply, as she stepped off the planes platform, and onto the linoleum floor, of the airport. It had been almost a year since she had been home, since she watched the lights flickering in the busy town, since she enjoyed the oddities the town had to offer her. A small smile graced her face, before it fell, and became a small grimace. She couldn't remember if she had asked anyone to care for her goldfish, but Goldie seemed ill before she had left and fish had such a short life span anyways. Mercedes grabbed her two small plaid bags before leaving. She still had an hour and a half drive for home, and she was grateful her friend Shyanne was waiting for her.
"Hey Mercy, how are you doing?" Shyanne questioned, as Mercedes tossed her bags in the bed of Shyanne's black truck.
"I'm tired, how about you, Shy?"
Mercy didn't feel like talking at the moment, she was tired and a little on the cranky side; but she was in the presence of a happy Shyanne, and that made it worth the conversation. The door shut with a small, THUD, when the two women settled and buckled up. Shyanne had always been a, obnoxiously, safe driver, so there was no debate about who should drive.
"Um….did I assign you Goldie?"
"No, but I broke into your apartment and took her. She's still alive." Shyanne chuckled.
"Thank you."
"How's your mom doing?" Shyanne hesitated momentarily, before speaking.
"She's stable, but you can see the distance in her eyes." Mercy breathed, before clearing her throat. "The doctor says she might have two or three more years."
They were silent after the disheartening news, and it was for the best, Mercy was tired, and they were close to her house. Three blocks, two blocks, one block. Mercedes counted in her head, as they passed the streets, and then there they were, in front of her dark lonely apartment building. The two of them always joked, that Mercedes was the only person who lived there; because her neighbors hardly ever were home. Shyanne stopped in front of the stairs, to make sure Mercy got home safe and quickly.
"The big boss man says, 'if you don't feel like coming in, don't.'" Shyanne said mimicking their boss to a T, causing Mercy to chuckle.
"I'll see you tomorrow, text me when you get home."
"Ok, Good night Mercy,"
"Night Shy,"
Mercedes cursed under her breath, when she grabbed her bags from the truck and accidently bent her nail back. The brief pain shot through her hand, like lightning in the sky. She walked up the small fourteen steps quickly, almost already asleep; as Shyanne sat in her car, watching Mercy to make sure she got in safely. The apartment smelled like old dust, forcing Mercy to open her windows. She would clean later that week, but right now, she was tired and needed to sleep. Home sweet home, Mercy thought. Her bathroom was almost exactly how she left it, except two of her towels were switched.
The green-blue walls complimented the brown accessories Mercy's mother had chosen out, for only daughter, and brought a sense of individuality to the plain house. That's how Mercedes like things, plain, nothing other people could comment on, if she ever decided to have others at her house. Yes Mercy, had her two best friends over, but they had grown up together and knew each other like the back of their hands, they were family. Mercy casually switched the two towels back to their original spots, before brushing her teeth.
Moments after she had changed into her brown shorts and casual T-shirt, her phone buzzed in the distance on her side table. She spit out the foamy paste before grabbing her phone.
I'm home, I'll see you tomorrow. So glad your back, I love you.
*Princess Pete*
Mercy smiled before quickly typing her message.
Love you too Shy, I'll see you tomorrow.
*Ballad of Mona Lisa*
With that said and done, Mercy crawled into her blue blankets, and was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
