"And don't forget to take your pill dear." She watched as the unnerving, calm expresion stared her in the face across from her at the dinner table. She prepared herself for a proper fabrication, "Yes, ma'am."
Her mother rose up from her chair and preceded to the kitchen counter, the girl got up to follow her.
"Am I going to father's this weekend?"
A small frown stifled on her mothers face, "I believe this is his weekend then, yes, " she murmered as she opened a small bottle and removed a long, white pill and set it in her daughter's palm. "He has such a negative effect on you. I fear he tries to make you fall for his uneccesary, meaningless ways of living. It's more trouble than we're meant for in this life."
The girl took a glass from the white cupboard and filled it with water.
"You see the water that comes from that faucet? We are lucky to have that, we are lucky the Bli watches over us like that. I have a feeling your father does not support them, his water is unclean. Do be sure to pack bottles of water for the weekend dear."
The girl smiled as her mother watched for her to take her pill. She cupped the pill in her hand, took a sip from the glass, motioned her hand to her mouth and swallowed.
"Go relax now dear, that's all that's important right now. I'll see you in the morning," said her mother as she advanced toward the hallway.
The girl preceded to her room and sat down on her white bedsheets. She lifted the matress and placed the long, white pill underneath, along with many others. She glanced around her blanched room, competely baren of any posters or any other decor.
She got off of her bed and knelt down, peering underneath her bed. She pulled out a very dusty, colorfully decorated radio. Making sure it was on it's lowest audio level, she turned it on.
"-Spotted a few dracs out on zone 4, reminding you to take cover or hit 'em with all you got. These are dangerous, dangerous times tumbleweeds, but you know why we keep on rollin'. This next track is for those of you who go out everyday, keeping up the good fight. Give 'em hell boys and girls, because I know it's you who do it best."
She lifted the radio to her nightstand as it began to play a loud, thrashy rock song. She smiled, and laid down on her bed to let herself drift to sleep whilst nodding her head to the battering beat. At least at her father's she didn't have to accommodate in lies and a invented personality. It's hard for one to be who they really are in a world of influenced uniformity.
"- Until next time gasoline gals and battery boys. But remember, even if you're dusted, you may be gone, but out here in the desert your shadow lives on without you."