Here is the first chapter of my very dark story. I know a lot of people don't like looking at SWAC this way, but the community i live in was recently very shaken up. It just makes me all sad, and writing is how i deal with things i guess.
And i really quite like this story, because if Sonny's broken, someone has to fix her . . .
Sonny's heartbeat matched the patter of the rain. She traced a falling line of window against her window with a long, dainty finger and exhaled.
She grabbed a black coat, like all her clothing lately. She felt dark inside out. Empty, that's how she felt. She slid into her car, the weight heaving on her shoulders as she slumped in the warm seats. Reluctantly, she turned the engine on without so much as a word to her mother and drove away from her apartment.
Everything was in ruins, her perfect life slipping through her fingers like water. First there was little Zora, so lost and hurt since her mum died. She didn't feel like she belonged anymore. She didn't feel loved and worthy; Sonny saw that in her eyes. But no one knew what to do. Zora was, er- She was complex.
Well, Tawni was all the same. Just more out of it these days. Sonny thought there was something on her mind, but she didn't know what. She wasn't ready to know just yet anyway.
Oh, and her boys. Nico and Grady. Something had flamed between the two, something the rest of the cast couldn't stomach. The way they looked at each other now . . . Guilty and regretful and sad and confused . . . Whatever was between them, they just couldn't take it back.
And she wasn't even able to think about Chad.
Sonny smiled politely to everyone as she walked through the studio doors. She grinned and laughed and joked like the brilliant actress she was. It was all a facade, just a lie. That happy, bubbly Sonny was long gone. She missed the days when she had something to look forward to – when she had cared.
Oh how she wished she still cared.
Fake, naïve little Sonny sauntered through the doors, wasting most of the weak energy she had. She waved to Nico and Grady, who were sitting too far apart from each other. And to think they used to be best friends . . .
Tawni looked up from a magazine, but didn't acknowledge Sonny's presence. "Tawni," Sonny mumbled curtly. Tawni nodded slightly, her eyes drifting back to the page. Sonny flitted here and there, busying herself so she wouldn't have to think. She didn't like having time to think, it made everything so much more real – like a fresh blade tearing open an old cut.
Marshall watched his cast with careful eyes at rehearsal. He didn't know what had quite happened, but he knew it wasn't going to be fixed. He watched Zora hide in the shadows. He watched Nico and Grady edge further and further away from their original positions, their eyes flickering back and forth every so often. He saw Tawni clutch her stomach, and the scared look that fell over her bright face.
Marshall was scared. He was scared for these kids, who were like his own while they worked.
