AN: I live in the U.S. and I've never actually seen a whole episode of Skins. This story will be set in America as that's just easier for me to write. I'm trying to bring Emily and Naomi's voices through clearly in my writing just, this time, with a different accent. Reviews would be wonderful as this is a bit of a shot in the dark for me
Nobody asks to be born. We don't really have a choice in the matter. We emerge from the safety and sanctity of our mother's womb take those first few breaths and without anyone asking for our input we're living. We're alive. At the ripe old age of a few seconds old we have no idea that we should probably be scared shitless. Or maybe we do. Maybe that's why the first few noises we ever make are screams. Because we do know that holy fucking shit things aren't ever going to be as easy as they once were. Because life isn't easy and if we had the choice in the first place many of us probably wouldn't chose it
When you're young you forget things easily. You can forget where you put your favorite toy spend hours crying over it before someone hands you something else and then you have a new favorite toy. You can forget that you told your Mom you were never going to sleep again because the sheets are really soft and honestly you really meant starting tomorrow you weren't ever going to sleep again. More importantly, you can forget those few seconds of all knowing knowledge you had at birth. You can forget that realization and just live. Because, well, it's already started maybe you should just try to enjoy the ride.
But the thing about truths is they always come back to you. You can try to ignore them, run away, turn your back but there comes a point where you can't fight them anymore. It takes some longer than others to remember the truth but, in the end, all of us do.
I can remember the exact moment the truth caught up with me. I was 17 sitting in first period history when the door of the classroom opened about 10 minutes after the late bell. She walked in with a casual confidence of someone who really didn't give a fuck about what anyone else thought. She walked right up to the teacher handing him her pass turning to face the class as he he read it over. Her blue eyes swept lazily across the room and for a brief moment they locked with mine.
In that moment the truth came roaring back. So loud so incredibly clear that I couldn't believe I was the only one who had heard it. Only her name slipped through the roar as the teacher introduced her to the class.
Naomi Campbell
I was fucked.