Hi!
So what after 3/4 years- I'm back!
This is an OC comic based on the TV show Riverdale- Hope you like it" :)
Prologue:
Missing you.
The big phrase that runs through my mind. Why can't I get you out of my head? Why does love always consume you and if it is love, why does it hurt so much?
The girl sat in her room in front of her laptop staring at the blank screen, she had been sitting there for hours and hours trying desperately to write this article. She had had writers block for what felt like eternity. She finally took a deep breath and closed her laptop shut with a little more force than necessary. She moved from her chair, grabbed the leather jacket from the coat stand, and left her small, studio apartment.
As she went down the stairwell she looked around at the needles on the floor and the graffiti on the wall and wondered how the hell she ended up here. You see things weren't supposed to turn out this way, things we're supposed to be different, she was supposed to get out of this place. She was not supposed to follow in her footsteps.
The bitter cold wind whipped around her, she wrapped her jacket around herself although her efforts to warm herself were pretty futile in the December weather. It was 4am, a woman only twenty years of age, walking the dark Brooklyn streets alone was definitely not the smartest thing she had ever done however she was agitated and frustrated. As she stormed down the street - she only had one destination in mind.
The gothic gates stood tall, towering over her 5'4" frame, and covered in ivy, She removed a bobby-pin from her hair and jimmied the padlock. The lock was old and rusty and opened with ease. She entered, closing the gates behind her. She knew that she shouldn't be there but she just needed to talk. The dirt crunched under her boots as she made her way passed the graves. Most of the graves stood tall and proud, some old, some new, but they were not what she was looking for. She walked the length of the graveyard until she got to the very back corner. Kneeling down, running her hand through the dirt. On the grave was no headstone, in its place there was a wooden cross with a small rusty plaque. The wood was rotten and warn from the weather, the once fresh roses, now shrivelled and brown.
"... It's been a while" she sighed.
The girl sat back and shivered, the wind ripping through her hair. She swore that she would never come back to this place. She swore that they would never have her tears again. But you never keep your promises do you? The voice inside her head was right, she had promised herself a lot of things recently, things about herself, things that needed to change- none of them stuck though. It's like the saying goes, old habits die hard. Guess I should be used to letting people down by now.
She thought about her life before, thought about how she was a troubled kid from the wrong side of the tracks, how everyone told her that South- Sider's don't have a future outside of the Serpent's. She thought about how she was going to prove them all wrong, after all what did they know about her? But she hadn't proved them wrong, in fact all that she had done is the opposite. With that thought, she sat back on her heels and pulled her knees towards her and wept.