Disclaimer: I do not own the film Thirteen. I only own this thing that you're about to read~
Warnings: Suicide, language, drabble.
If any of these things bother you, the back button is your friend.
I wrote this in two, three minutes tops at around four in the morning, without having seen the film recently, and this is un-beta'd, so all the mistakes (if any) are mine. If you find them, please let me know!
I give the fuck up, Tracy thought. I love her, and she doesn't love me, and that's the fucking end of it.
She flips her hair out of her eyes, and stands up from the curb outside her house, flinging the cigarette that had hung out of her mouth just seconds before into the street.
Tracy walks into her house, kicking the door shut without a thought; Mason is surfing with his friends and her mother is visiting a family friend to cut the hair of the woman's three sons. She's shocked that they would leave her alone in the house, because they never have since Evie left. She can't blame them, seeing that her arms are scarred and all the shit she's done.
She could have done what she's about to do now. Tracy wouldn't have let herself be alone in the house, alone anywhere.
Walking through the house, Tracy kicks off her shoes and socks, and then turns into the bathroom. She turns on the faucet in the tub, and goes into the medicine cabinet for her scissors. The tub is small and fills with water, scalding hot, rather quickly, and Tracy sheds the clothes, including the 'wanna bone' panties, she remembers buying (stealing) with Evie. How fucking ironic.
Tracy hopes that Evie somehow finds out that when she's dead, she's going to have Evie carved crudely into her left wrist. She can't decide, thought, if it's supposed to be a big middle finger to the face, or a final indication of her love.
With her final breaths, Tracy Freeland makes her decision. It's a sickly combination of both.
Le fin~
I'm actually very proud of this. It was originally in a drabble dump that I have on my computer, but I decided I liked it enough that I wanted to post it here. I haven't watched this movie in a very long time, so all I had to go on was my memory of the story, which probably isn't very good. I'd love to know if you think I did Tracy justice, because she is one of my favorite film characters of all time.
There was a thong/panties that said wanna bone on them... Right? I think Mel found them, yeah? D: Jeez, I forget. I hope there was, because it makes me giggle.
Thank you very much to Jess Ames Angell for pointing out that the wanna bone garment was panties not a thong, and for letting me know that the Freelands had only a bathtub. Maybe she moved? I have no excuse. Could have sworn there was a damn tub. Oh well~
Reviews are welcome and very much loved! Hope you enjoyed it!