Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls.
Listen little girl
I'm sorry
But you're not a little girl anymore
It's time…
To let go of your mothers hand
Sweet Dreams.
Nobody would ever describe Rory Gilmore as strong or independent, driven and dedicated maybe. She was described as weak, untouchable, or fragile. But then suddenly everybody's opinion changed and they started to think otherwise all because of a fluke. Is Rory Gilmore really strong or was she as weak as people always assumed she was?
Rory Gilmore was walking home from her semi- boyfriend's dorm. She was thinking about ending the casual relationship, she wanted more. So while she was lost in thought a man wearing all black came up to her and punched her in the nose. He tugged at her purse until she moved her hands up to her bleeding nose as instinct. The man started to make a getaway when he tripped on her foot and fell on his face. Security came and arrested the mugger. Rory Gilmore was deemed a hero. She had caught Yale's serial mugger after all, albeit she just stood there while he tripped on her foot.
At that moment though, Rory Gilmore felt anything but strong. Her nose ached, she was nauseated by her own blood and she was scared shitless. Security had accompanied her to the Yale Wellness Center where she got cotton balls stuffed up her nose. She looked into the mirror that night, and cringed at her nose, it was crooked and bruised. She would need plastic surgery to get her old nose back. She cursed the felon with every curse word she knew before quietly crying herself to sleep.
The next day she took the cotton balls out and gently applied cover up to her broken nose. She sighed, never wanting to look into the mirror again. She hated her face now. She picked up her backpack, walked out of her room and upon entering the living area she spotted her purse from last night. Her life was drastically altered because of six dollars, a scraped up cell phone, a stick of gum and a frilly pen. Anger seethed into her skin and she picked up the purse and hurled it across the room. The contents spilling on the floor. She didn't feel satisfied, it wasn't enough.
Weirdly enough, Rory Gilmore had never been vain.
She slammed the door of her dorm closed and kicked it in vain. Her toe pounded and she winced. 'Not so smart Gilmore.' she thought. Just as she was turning around for class her broken nose smelled coffee, which meant someone was standing behind her. She jumped out of her skin.
"Chill Ace, it's just me." She heard her semi boyfriend laugh. She turned around preparing herself for the worst.
"What happened?" His voice so full of concern, she almost wanted to puke.
"Don't act like you care, Logan, that's what boyfriends do, they care. And you aren't my boyfriend." She hissed at him before walking past him and the coffee.
"Rory?" He called after her, more concerned than before. Did he just lose something important? He shook his head and walked away to class.
Throughout her classes that day she felt like everyone was staring at her, and truth be told they were. But not for the reason she though. Noses could be fixed the rich and elite thought. All the watchers wanted was to get a glimpse at the girl who had made Yale safe. They turned to their neighbors and snickered about what a wuss the thief was to be caught by such a small girl, or to snicker about how she hid behind a scared girl façade and was actually a black belt. But to Rory Gilmore she was self conscience and tried in vain to cover her nose with her hand. She had sat in the back of her classes that day, hoping to go unnoticed.
Rory Gilmore ran to her dorm, it had started to rain and her nose started to bleed again. She walked into the warm and dark room and heard her scratched up cell phone ring. She walked over to it while Green Day's Boulevard of Broken Dreams played. She glared at it before stepping on it. She used to love that phone.
She walked into the bathroom and closed her eyes as soon as she realized what she had done. She looked in the mirror. She threw open the medicine cabinet and grabbed the prescription bottle full of cotton balls, the ones that were solid and tube shaped, perfect for a bloody nose. She stuffed them up her nostrils and walked into her room, the only place she felt normal. Her dorm phone rang and she cursed feeling pulled out of her peace time. She only had a half an hour to pull herself together before she had to go to the newspaper. She walked over to the phone.
"Whoever this is just SHUT UP. I do not have time for a fucking casual conversation. So really, I don't care what you have to say you might as well hang up." She paused and when she didn't hear a click or anybody on the phone she spoke into it again, this time much more calm.
"Hello?" Calm but it was still annoyed.
"Much better. Is that rich school teaching you such angry words?" It was her mother and as much as she wanted to break down and cry and tell her everything, she felt somewhat alone with this matter. It was a need to know basis, and her mother didn't need to know.
"I don't have time for this."
"Hey." Her mother snapped, something she had never heard her mother do to her before. "You will not talk to me like that, I am your mother. I didn't have to give birth to you but I did anyway."
"Does this have a point?" Rory Gilmore snapped right back.
"Okay, I can understand you having a bad day, but this is me, don't you use that attitude on me."
"What? What did you call for?" She responded in a monotone voice with just a twinge of annoyance.
"Like that's much better, Rory, what's going on."
She stayed quiet, tears were falling down her cheeks and she felt numb. She felt like a bad person. So she hung up the phone. It rang only seconds later. Rory Gilmore wiped away her tears and left early for the newspaper.
"Who are you to hang up on me, your mother, who by the way is pissed off. Rory you answer this phone right now. RORY!" Her mother's voice blasted on the answering machine. The phone ran again and again and again, but nobody was there to be annoyed by it.
Rory Gilmore walked into the newspaper and everything stopped, people looked up at her and then came the applause. Doyle headed over to her, holding a newspaper which had in all caps the headline: RORY GILMORE CAMPUS HERO; CAUGHT MUGGER. Rory Gilmore was not flattered by this, though. She placed her hand on her bruised nose, shocked to find the cotton balls there. She took a deep breath before she started to chew her editor/roommate's boyfriend out.
"Hero? He was a klutz, he tripped on my foot, I did nothing but stand there. You can't print this, it's all a lie. I am not a hero, I didn't do anything." Somewhere between opening her mouth and speaking she realized she wasn't chewing him out.
"Ladies and Gentlemen she's modest too." She heard Logan Huntzberger snicker.
"Oh fuck off Logan. We are so over." She turned to leave. A pair of eyes watching with sympathy.
"Hey Rory, wait up?" She turned around to the owner of the voice and glared at her.
"Paris. What do you want? To congratulate me for having such big feet?"
"No, to see how you're holding up. It's okay to be scared, I mean it was scary right?" Her roommate offering her sympathy, which seemed to make her laugh.
"Paris, leave me alone."
"No. Look at yourself, your shaking like a leaf with fear, your-"
"with anger, I'm shaking with anger. Leave me alone Paris, I can obviously take care of myself." Rory Gilmore hissed with venom. She marched down the hall and out into the rain. She walked everywhere, aimlessly. She got into her car and started to drive in circles. She found a small café in the bad part of town. Not feeling like coffee, but tired of being alone parks her car and walks inside the joint. She finds a table and sits there, alone.
"What can I get ya, young lady?" The sweet old lady behind the counter asks her.
"Coffee, I guess."
"You're not from around here are ya?" The lady asked. Rory Gilmore pushed back the urge to leave. She didn't want to ask questions.
"Did you're boyfriend do that? We gets lots of ladies like that in here, 'specially when it's raining?"
"No, I got mugged and everyone thinks I'm some sort of hero." She answered before taking a sip of the coffee, which she found to better than Luke's.
"Excellent Coffee." She commented, the lady nodded.
"Ya know, I think you'll get used to it." Rory Gilmore looked up at the lady, questionable.
"Ya don't hafta lie to me, miss. I know you got a man, who done this to you."
"No lady. My boyfriend didn't do this, I don't even have a boyfriend."
"He'll hit you 'gain and 'gain 'til you can't cry out for him to stop." Rory Gilmore shivered and gulped before pulling out a bill. She placed it on the counter and made a run for it. Good coffee or not, that women scared her to death.
She returned to her dorm room, soaked and cold. She opened it and found her mother sitting on the couch, holding her scratch up stepped on cell phone.
"Mom? What are you doing here?"
"You hung up on. Daughters don't hang up on their mothers."
"You hang up on Grandma all the time."
"Different story. And I'd appreciate it if you looked at me when you spoke to me. I didn't raise a Neanderthal." Rory Gilmore turned around at her mother's words.
Her mother gasped at her broken nose and stood up to hold her. Rory Gilmore backed away.
"I don't need you anymore." Rory Gilmore spat out, the words ripping out Lorelai's heart. If it wasn't for Rory Gilmore's voice quivering, Lorelai would have retaliated. Instead she walked up to her daughter, backing her against the wall, and hugged.
"Hush, baby. I love you, I got you." And Rory Gilmore melted into her mother's arms.
The thing was, Rory Gilmore didn't feel like Rory Gilmore anymore.
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