In the in-between
Prologue:
Clarke had been on that couch for seventeen days. She hadn't showered in two. And her laptop was on all the time. When she wasn't staring at the ceiling, she was applying for jobs. In the in-between, she played old video games.
The Game Boy Advance. Emulated on that laptop. That was probably illegal, but she really wanted to play...and her old console...lived in her old bedroom.
In Kansas. With her mum.
She'd lost her job. It was eating her alive. She'd forgotten what the sun looked like. Darkness. It surrounded her 'room'. It was really the living room. But she hadn't seen her bed in so long, it wasn't like she missed it.
She didn't even know what time it was, so when someone knocked at her door. She grunted rather pathetically, before getting up.
Her neck was stiff, she walked at an odd angle, and her bones creaked. Just like an old draw that needed oiling.
She opened the door, only to find Raven staring her down.
Clarke felt herself caught between shock...and embarrassment. She wanted to close it right then, but instead, opened the door just that bit wider.
Raven's look told her everything. The flare of her nose at her stink, her prying gaze on the slow, but obvious clutter her apartment had become.
Stacks of books on the table. That thin layer of dust that clung to everything. The dishes, though clean, had piled up in odd places.
The place was a mess, and Clarke really didn't want to have to deal with it...or Raven.
Crack version of my story by Eddie Lawrence:
Seventeen days, Clarke spent applying for jobs, with boundless hours to her, she'd play old games. She didn't care which way as long as she had something to do. Within the 408 hours she'd been unmoving, skipping showers, detesting her mother's shit. She was far from home. So far, she was unemployed and gained 50 kilograms, she quit her job at burger king, only to come back to buy their food. Seeing her old work mates, she'd sigh and buy her burgers and fries. Playing the Game boy port of "Final Fantasy X" unable to kill Sephiroth. She'd cry at the fact the graphic were not 3d, since she was playing a hacked rom from China. She had a poster of Donald Trump hanging above her, as she ate her fries to the Chinese bootleg, she weeped thinking of when she was super skinny, and sexy, she missed being sexy, she threw her laptop out the window, took out a bag of weed and smoked, until she found the gun under her bed, while high she shot herself and then dated Jesus in the afterlife.
A/N:
It's been awhile since I've written, so I hope you guy's like it!
I also hope you like what my friend wrote :p