Coming Home
theme 189-long distance relationship
theme from darkangelsnapelover's infinite theme list challenge. if you're interested, pm her and she'll doc-x you the list
request from darkangelsnapelover: "Hey, Megan, I was wondering how you see Prunella in the future. Write it up for me using the Infinite Theme List for extra ideas."
general response: i see Prunella as different from childhood. i see something happening her that makes her dislike fortune telling. she leaves elwood city and doesn't talk to her mom anymore. Here's that idea written up.
Chapter 1-City Streets
Prunella was walking to a coffee shop. She was wearing all black. She had on black lipstick. Her lips were stuck in a frown. She bought a coffee and took a seat by the window. It started to rain. Prunella closed her eyes. She listened to the water droplets flick against the window. She opened her eyes. She thought she saw her sister. She went pale and stared down to her tablet.
'That's impossible, Prunella. She's been dead for five years…five years today,' Prunella thought. She took a deep breath. Thinking of her sister was hard. She died in a car accident during Prunella's senior year of high school. Her mother got obsessive. She tried contacting the spirit world. She insisted there were signs of impending doom. Prunella had lost faith. She thought her mother was crazy. She distanced herself from her. After high school, she moved to Metropolis, but it was too close. Now she was in Los Angeles instead.
"Hey, mind if I sit here?" a guy asked. He was already in the seat. Prunella simply looked away. He shrugged, his fingers flying over a cellphone. Prunella found the clicking keys annoying. She got up, leaving her coffee. He tried to take it to her. She pushed it away. The lid flew off the cup. Coffee landed all over his suit. He got angry. Prunella walked away without saying a word.
She hated life now. She had a dead end job in retail. She spent her day answering stupid questions from people that came into her store all the time. She spent her nights watching television. She used to surf the net a lot, but that got boring. Her mom had maintained online contact, so she could never get away. She tried emailing Marina, but she was successful. Marina moved to Metropolis too after high school. She went to a college for the blind. Now she had a bachelor's degree and had a nice job. They were trying to find a master's program so she could get that. She made lots of money. She lived in a nice house.
Prunella was jealous. She had nothing but a tiny apartment and filthy clothes. She thought about returning home but her mom hadn't dropped the signs thing. Until Prunella moved to LA, she'd call asking if Prunella remembered such-and-such from the day before. Prunella used to listen. She'd nod and try to understand. But her mother made her sick. How could she sit around all day looking for signs that her daughter was going die? It sickened Prunella.
But she thought of going home anyway. She went to work. Her uniform shrank in the wash and she felt itchy. She was stocking health crap when a regular customer asked where something was. Prunella hesitated before leading the man over to the products. Her manager noticed she was disgruntled. He pulled her into the office.
"You need to treat customers better," he said firmly. "You've been doing this so much lately. In fact, I'm giving you a formal write-up." "Please, it's just a rough day. It's the anniversary of—" "Don't care, Prunella," he hissed, moving to his desk.
Prunella felt something snap in her. She ripped off her uniform. Part of it tore but she didn't care. She threw it on the desk and tossed her nametag in the trash. The man gave her a perplexed look. Prunella was only wearing her bra up top. She shrugged, storming out. People stared. She didn't care.
Prunella went home and packed a bag. She went online and found train tickets. It would be a long trip, but she didn't care. She wanted to go home, even though she knew it would only make her feel worse.
