ripping.at.the.seams.
part.two.
++daria's point of view++
I ran my fingers slowly over the pages of an old journal by someone I had thought was forgotten. I whispered the words on the first page, "September 13, 1997. Diary, It's me, again. Daira. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm so blissfully happy, and yet so depressed. Pot and Alcohol just don't do it all anymore. They don't keep me as happy as they used to. Damn those fuckers. Anyway, I cheated on Jay again. I don't really feel bad this time. This time, it was a threesome with Lisa and her friend Mike. It was acutally fun. I think I like Lisa. I don't know. She's got a really nice body. Type of girl that could turn me into a lesbian. Well, Jay's beeping me off the hook and I've got some pot calling out my name, so see ya. Daria."
I turn the page shakily, afraid of the memories that would come with the next page. "September 15, 1997. Diary, That son of a bitch has done it again. I swear, if Jay hits me one more time, it will be the end of his existence on this god forsaken planet. I cried to Mark this time and Mark swears that he's going to kill Jay. He's already cut off Jay's supply of pot, so that'll kill Jay anyway. I don't know why I stay with him. Sure, he's a good fuck, but so are Dan and Joe and Troy. I'm going to do it. I'm going to break up with him. I swear I'll do it...soon. Daria."
I closed the book, letting a few tears streak down my cheeks, then quickly threw the book. "I was so stupid," I whispered to myself. "So god damn stupid." I laid down on the floor and stared at the ceiling, hoping it would open and suck me in before Trent and Jane picked me up.
Five more minutes of crying and wishing and they showed up. I put the thrown book in a box with some others and cautiously walked out to the car. "Hey, Daria," Trent smiled.
"Hi."
I looked at Jane. "Hello, Morgendorffer. What's the box?"
"Journals. Old notebooks," I explained as she jumped in the backseat and let me sit shotgun.
The whole drive to the Lane house was silent, with me staring at the notebooks and papers and wishing I could change my past. Yeah, I was happier when I wrote those books, but maybe if I wasn't so stupid then, my whole situation in Lawndale would be different. Happier, maybe.
Finally, we were there. We all hurried to Jane's room and sat on the floor in a triangle. I looked at Jane. "Okay, Jane, I need to just skim through these. Just so, maybe, it will help you understand my past....this is....was my life." She took out one of the books and opened to the first page, a look of deep consideration painted on her face. I smiled in my own head before taking Trent's hand and taking off into his bedroom.
--Teardropp
part.two.
++daria's point of view++
I ran my fingers slowly over the pages of an old journal by someone I had thought was forgotten. I whispered the words on the first page, "September 13, 1997. Diary, It's me, again. Daira. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm so blissfully happy, and yet so depressed. Pot and Alcohol just don't do it all anymore. They don't keep me as happy as they used to. Damn those fuckers. Anyway, I cheated on Jay again. I don't really feel bad this time. This time, it was a threesome with Lisa and her friend Mike. It was acutally fun. I think I like Lisa. I don't know. She's got a really nice body. Type of girl that could turn me into a lesbian. Well, Jay's beeping me off the hook and I've got some pot calling out my name, so see ya. Daria."
I turn the page shakily, afraid of the memories that would come with the next page. "September 15, 1997. Diary, That son of a bitch has done it again. I swear, if Jay hits me one more time, it will be the end of his existence on this god forsaken planet. I cried to Mark this time and Mark swears that he's going to kill Jay. He's already cut off Jay's supply of pot, so that'll kill Jay anyway. I don't know why I stay with him. Sure, he's a good fuck, but so are Dan and Joe and Troy. I'm going to do it. I'm going to break up with him. I swear I'll do it...soon. Daria."
I closed the book, letting a few tears streak down my cheeks, then quickly threw the book. "I was so stupid," I whispered to myself. "So god damn stupid." I laid down on the floor and stared at the ceiling, hoping it would open and suck me in before Trent and Jane picked me up.
Five more minutes of crying and wishing and they showed up. I put the thrown book in a box with some others and cautiously walked out to the car. "Hey, Daria," Trent smiled.
"Hi."
I looked at Jane. "Hello, Morgendorffer. What's the box?"
"Journals. Old notebooks," I explained as she jumped in the backseat and let me sit shotgun.
The whole drive to the Lane house was silent, with me staring at the notebooks and papers and wishing I could change my past. Yeah, I was happier when I wrote those books, but maybe if I wasn't so stupid then, my whole situation in Lawndale would be different. Happier, maybe.
Finally, we were there. We all hurried to Jane's room and sat on the floor in a triangle. I looked at Jane. "Okay, Jane, I need to just skim through these. Just so, maybe, it will help you understand my past....this is....was my life." She took out one of the books and opened to the first page, a look of deep consideration painted on her face. I smiled in my own head before taking Trent's hand and taking off into his bedroom.
--Teardropp