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Hopelessly Young
Cat ran up the steps to her Aunts town house, tripping on the top one and almost running head long into the door. She caught herself at the last moment like she most always did. She swung the door opened and preceded up the cluttered stairs.
She began changing into dry clothes and searched the room for a clean towel to dry her hair. She eventually found one that may or may not have been clean, and began trudging back down the stairs to find something to eat.
Just as she reached for the fridge her Aunt came dashing down the stairs. She was dressed like she usually was on a Friday night. Her hair was sloppily curled and she had her knee high boots on. Cat always wondered why she didn't at least get nice ones, instead of wearing these dirty things from the goodwill. She had on her same trashy tube top with the rhinestones spelling out 'glamorous'. It was funny how people could be tricked into buying clothes just because they were self proclaimed as glamorous or trendy or sexy. The bottom half of her outfit, if it could even be called that, was a jean skirt she had cut short herself. It only just covered her front and was cut shorter in the back so her bottom could hang out. Why anyone would want their bottom to hang out of something was beyond Cat.
"Perhaps for the breeze?" she chuckled to herself.
"Kitten I'm going out tonight," her Aunt cooed at her.
She had never understood why she spoke to her like that. It was as if she forgot that Katherine had grown older since she had been here. It had been ten years after all.
"I'll be home late, maybe even tomorrow, do you think you can take care of yourself until then?" she looked at Cat with sincere question in her eyes.
"Yes Aunt, you ask me the same thing every Friday when you go out. Every Saturday too and sometimes during the week," she looked at her Aunt with concern. She was clear proof that drugs really did affect your brain, drastically.
"Don't be stupid Katherine, you know I don't ever go out. You shouldn't be so selfish or you'll never make friends."
Katherine just stood at the fridge waiting for her aunt to leave. She was nice enough most of the time, but drugs made people weird. Once in awhile she would have little outbursts and would become confused. She would start calling Katherine Rowan, which was Katherine's mother. It was understandable for her to make the mistake, they did look very similar. Understandable for someone on heavy drugs, not for a perfectly healthy person of course.
Her aunt turned to go and Cat called after her, "Goodnight Aunt, be careful."
Her aunt only waved her hand in the air without turning around. Cat knew she meant well, she just hadn't had a chance to grow up yet.
What Katherine Deschain did not know was that her aunt would never get a chance to grow up.