Chapter 1: Conversations at the Coffeehouse
Welcome my darlings! I love you all. This story is about the fifty states. So fifty chapters of mindless one shots and drabbles and maybe poems, ya ready for that? Anyway this first one shot is about The State of Washington, or Valerie Jones. Hope you enjoy! If you have any questions please feel free to leave them in the reviews or PM me. God Bless!
"When everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching - they are your family."
― Jim Butcher
Valerie Jones sat at a local café sipping her coffee. It was a cold and dreary day in Seattle. The forecast called for rain all this week. Lovely. This was just not her week. Her boss was getting on to her about not taking her meds. It wasn't like her fault that she had chronic depression. She had just come back from a "family meeting". If you could really call it that, it was more like a meeting on how jacked up the nation was. Oh I think I forgot to mention that Valerie is the State of Washington. Washington looked out the window and saw her older brother, New York or Henrick Visser came in and sat down at her table
"Hey kiddo.'' He said smiling at the young state. Washington smiled back and went back drinking her coffee.
"Valerie I need you to talk to me. What's got you down?'' New York asked. He wore a business like suit. He was very kind to his family, but never to strangers. He hated the fact that he had so many tourist, but who could help when you're famous, unlike Washington who sat in her own lonely coroner of the world.
"Has Ivan chasing you around again?'' He asked concerned. The girls that were working at the counter were looking at New York. Physical New York did not look all that bad. In human years he looked to be about in his mid forties, He often wore suits or if he felt like it t-shirts and jeans that exposed strong arms and overall a nice body. Unlike Washington who wore torn jeans baggy shirts and converse all the time and had her hair all
"No… maybe a little, but that's not it.'' Washington said quickly. New York nodded his head and looked at his little sister carefully. Somehow these two got along more than any other state.
"Well what is it then?'' New York asked as he sipped on his black coffee. One of the girls at the counter had paid for him. Washington sighed and sipped more. How was she going to explain this?
"I tried… to you know…'' She didn't finished but she showed him the small marks on her arm. New York grimaced and took his younger sister by the arms.
"I thought you said you would stop.'' Washington looked away and stared at the ground. She shouldn't have told him. He'll just ran and tell Dad. Just wait and see she told herself. Washington glanced over at New York. He held a stony expression. She couldn't tell if he was disappointed or angry.
"You won't tell anyone will you?'' She asked pleadingly. New York shook his head. He couldn't believe. His baby sister tried to kill herself. He knew that Washington had depression, but how could he if she didn't say anything. That was the problem with Washington. She would never anyone anything. Most of the time the young state would push people away that tried to help her.
"I won't tell anyone, but remember you have family. The one that I learned about family is that we are always there for each other no matter what.'' He left her there. That was it. He walked out the door with no other word. No long lecture about how it would selfish to do such a thing. Washington turned to see her brother walk out the door and left with nothing but the tinkling sound of the chimes on the door.