A/N: Another day another chapter up. A warning and perhaps a little bit fun is to have a guessing game for these chapters on who it is. So please if you have your opinions on some of them I appreciate comments! But yes these are dark for most of them.
Jennifer
Jennifer was a wild child. A child of the forties she grew up in a time of war and rations. By the turn of the decade, however, she was grown up on her own and aspired to do everything that was against social norm. High school, fast cars, music, and men were here world for most of the decade. her sexual promiscuity had caught up with her in the end. With a baby now in tow she could not have the life that she wanted more of. Jennifer married her boyfriend at the time, for reasons of not having a bastard of a child and to keep up good Christian morals.
This dramatic change of lifestyle had a toll on Jennifer and her new husband. Yes they promised before god they loved each other, but they loved their old lifestyles more. It was a sad concept to think about, settle down, have a kid, and get a house with a white picketed fence, the American dream.
With that little sentiment, Jennifer tried to make it work with her husband. She loved him and tried to stay close. Her husband in turn would get the freedom of his old life, and come home late and less sober than usual. Arguments would ensue and it would involve Jennifer's face on one side to be red just as her own blazing hair.
The disillusionment and the arguments grown over the months. It wasn't till one night the argument ended with her falling down the stairs. She lost everything that night, the child and the dream everyone placed into her after the wedding. Everything was going to be fine the dream is going to happen. She started to push everything that dream had to offer with alcohol and medication.
Jennifer sat in the house for days not venturing out. What was actually there to live for? Her child, the one thing she had, was taken from her, broken marriage, a disillusioned dream to hang onto. All she needed was something stable to hold onto.
She sat in front of the tv and with a glass of whiskey in her hand and watched a funny little children's show. One puppet in particular yodeled, a true representation of the spirit she once had. The young woman gulped down the rest of the glass and threw in some sleeping medication as a chaser.
"Yodolahe hoo." She said finally and closed her eyes.
The glass then dropped out of her hand.