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T.A.W.N.I
- f r e e d o m-
She's the pretty blonde girl.
The superficial, Barbie acting, self-absorbed, perfect one, who every guy fawns over.
The one who likes to party, the one who can't hold a steady boyfriend, the one who 'doesn't care', the one who drinks bubbly champagne.
(The one who needs an escape, the one who is scared of love, the one who cares too much, the one who only drinks white wine so she can see her pink lip stick on the glass and feel it burn her throat.)
She decided a long time ago nothing really mattered, and if you couldn't have Ken, you could still have your Malibu mansion. And you could still buy your friends. So she lives alone. That way no one cares when she comes home later and later, or who she brings home, or the parties she throws. She just opens the heavy oak doors to her mansion (in Malibu, of course), and flings her designer shields off her body with whatever Ken of the week (who naturally moans 'best friends' name). It's so much easier that way.
Sometimes she wishes people could feel that pure, fake delight that covers all the pain, and mixes everything to the point to her not knowing where she is, who she really is, and how she really got to this point. Then maybe people would truly understand. She needs an exit. She needs an escape. She needs freedom. But until then, she'll just live in her own little world.
Welcome to Tawni Town.
Hollow laughs and smiles make the day worthwhile.
Population: Uno, who needs another?
For all the people who are lost in their selves, and have nowhere to turn, this is for you. After all, we all have our moments.
Oh yes, we all have our moments. Except, we know something is really wrong when our moments have lasted for years, and we wake up to find nightmares are better than reality, sometimes wondering if we'll even wake up the next day at all.
But that's life, isn't it? More like Hollywood. The outside is sugarcoated, and sososo very pretty, while the rest is sososo very ugly.
And she? Well she is the blonde Barbie stuck in the middle of it all, not knowing where to turn. So she keeps sipping her bitter white wine (just like her), grabs on to the man next to her (she needs someone), and listens to her shoes clink against the cold floor (so close and yet so far from help).
And everything is just going downhill from there.
Two drabbles in a row. This one is a little scary almost. A little darker than most SWAC fics…But, oh well.
Review? Oh goody! That makes me smile!
Oh, and tell me what you like the best, that would help super much.
Next Up: Afraid; Sonny one-shot.