Disclamer-not mine (duh!)
ok so i had this idea and it wouldnt go away so i decided to write it. its totaly out of character and almost annoyingly depressing. its set near the start of season 6 and considering i havent seen it im making it up lol.
Summary (i guess)-So Rorys not in Yale and is living with Emily and Richard and Luke had found out about April and has finished wiv Lorelai coz he cant handel it (men! lol) So Lorelais on her own and is wollowing (is probably the nicest way 2 put it).
If you realy hate it tell me to stop but i just had to write it coz its been driving me crazy for days so i guess its out of my system now :D
End Of Heartache
It had been three weeks since her life had officially become worthless. Two of the three weeks she managed to carry on like nothing had happened, she went to work, drank coffee, ate and sometimes slept. It had been a week since she had left her house. She had spent four of the seven days in bed and it had been three of those four days since she last ate anything. She didn't care anymore, she tried to move on but she couldn't. She hadn't even cried, she felt horrible and looked worse. Her daughter had moved away and wasn't talking to her, her parents had betrayed her and for some reason she felt like that mattered and finally her boyfriend the man she loved and wanted to spend the rest of her life with had finished with her. Not only had he finished with her but he gave her the line all women and men dreaded to hear "its not you it's me". She thought he cared about her but apparently she couldn't have been more wrong.
She was still in bed and was trying to remember the last time she was out side, or out of bed for that matter. Her thoughts turned to the events of the last three weeks. Trying to shake off her more than depressing thoughts she rolled over in bed catching a glimpse of the clock on her bedside table. 4 in the afternoon she shrugged of the memories that she should be sitting in the dinner with a mug of coffee and took her original position of staring at the ceiling. She knew she shouldn't be in bed wallowing away another week but the Lorelai Gilmore that everyone had known and loved was gone and all that was left was this shell of a woman who didn't even deserve that name. The nauseous feeling she had had for three weeks was back with vengeance and crept its way back into her stomach. Leaving the confinements of her bed she made the rushed journey into the bathroom.
Not only could she not remember how long she had been on her knees hanging over the toilet but she couldn't remember how she had gotten there. Figuring she must have passed out some where along the lines wasn't much comfort and she attempted to stand, ignoring the throbbing pain in the head and legs. Moving towards the sink to wash her face she could now clearly see the image she had been avoiding since all of this began. Her hair hadn't been brushed in a week, she was wearing no make up, her eyes were hollow as if there was know one there and she looked as though she had lost a lot of weight. She hated what she was looking at but couldn't look away. She couldn't even recognize the person staring back at her and would probably cross the road to get away from someone who looked like this. She must have been frozen like that for at least ten minutes until she decided to do something about the now migraine that she was painfully experiencing. Reaching out towards the bathroom cabinet to find something to ease the pain she soon found that it must had been a while since she last went shopping as she couldn't find the pain killers she usually keeps stocked in the cabinet.
On the sudden hunt to locate her purse and possibly the option of more pain killers she wandered down stairs. The house was not only abnormally quiet but also ridiculously tidy; it almost didn't look like her house. Giving up the search for her purse as soon as she reached the bottom step she moved towards the kitchen. Seeing Rory's bedroom had a different reaction than expected. She had purposely been avoiding the kitchen so she wouldn't be reminded of what was missing from her life. Calmly and slowly she walked over to her bedroom door and closed it. The action was so simple and symbolic she shocked her self. Turning around slowly to face the kitchen table she took in her surroundings as though she was a stranger in her own home. Deciding that her headache might pass if she had something to drink she moved towards the kitchen sink. She couldn't remember what happened and was beginning to get frustrated with her self that she kept passing out but she was aware that her hand was killing her. Slowly pushing her self up into a sitting position she could see blood on the floor and shifted her gaze to her right hand. Figuring she must have landed on the glass she was holding she inspected the cut more closely.
It was the first time she had felt any kind of emotion since everything had happened. It didn't even matter that it was pain. It was like some kind of release from the pain she was feeling. It was an outlet for the emotional pain she was feeling. It suddenly occurred to her that she shouldn't be thinking or feeling these things, she needed help. How could she let her self get depressed? She felt weak and knew that she needed to talk to someone before things got worse. Doubting her self for a second before she decided that it was better to be safe than sorry she reached for the phone. She only had one option; she only had one person she could phone at that moment. Sookie was her best friend and would never leave her she would help her. Wouldn't she? Doubting her self again she placed the phone back down and it was only then that she realized that the red light on her answering machine was blinking. One new message, she couldn't remember hearing the phone ring and the concern was lost on her. Reaching out she pressed the play button noticing she hadn't cleaned the blood of her hand, or even taken the glass out she gradually made her way back into the kitchen, the issue of listening to her messages forgotten. She couldn't hear the message over the sound of the running water in the sink but thought she heard Sookie's voice. If she had bothered to pay attention to the message she would have heard that Sookie was stopping by at 6 to make sure she was ok.
All she could hear was the sound of the water and she was vaguely aware that she was staring almost longingly at the knife lying on the kitchen draining board.
ok so i jst reposted this coz i was made aware of jst how many mistakes i had n it bugged me lol...ne ways its the same chapter with less mistakes R+R PLEASE!