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cαтнєяɩɴє ℓɩℓɩαɴa ɕαɕℓɩαя∂ɩ
when you try your best
but you don't succeed
when you get what you want
but not what you need
when you feel so tired
but you can't sleep
stuck in reverse.
 ♔xxxxPiercing blue eyes stared blankly into themselves, as a young lady sat in front of a vanity mirror, running a brush through her stunning red hair. The trinket combed through the many locks of scarlet, though there were no tangles, nor had there been for hours. Catherine had woken before the sun had. In truth she really hadn't been sleeping at all. The Gagliardi child didn't really sleep much, lately. She merely lie in bed for hours, staring into nothing. Eventually the redhead would get out of bed and begin to fiddle with things. She had been doing this for so long. The bags under her eyes were evident, and her skin had grown considerably lighter since everything had happened. She could feel a stinging in her arm, as it was obviously tired. For around an hour she had been pulling her little red brush through the same lock of hair, over and over, if only to pass the time. In truth her entire body was aching, Catherine's head especially, but it was always like this. She had grown accustomed to the pain. It was expected when she got near no sleep at all. She continued to gaze into the mirror, her expression vacant, for just a moment longer. Her empty eyes peered downwards, as if to the floor below her, when she heard a slight commotion down stairs. She lingered in her red Victorian chair for a bit, before finally looking in the mirror once more. She stared at herself. Catherine ran her fingers through her silky red hair, observing the way it waved, so dramatically. She got that from her mother. She took great pride in her hair, because of this. Of course the color was different. It matched her fathers, but she was the only one in the family that carried the wavy hair of her gorgeous mother.
♔xxxxCatherine glanced down at an old photo of her mother, in a small, golden frame. The oval showed her mother smiling delicately, one hand in her hair. " Goodbye mother. " Her lips curled into a gentle smile. Like her sister did for her stuffed bear, she spoke as if this old picture were actually her mother. She needed it to be. The redhead rose quickly, straightening her dress, and shaking her head. Closing her icy - blue eyes, for a minute or so, she prepared herself to leave her room. This was harder for her than most people. She didn't like to leave her mother, but as she thought every day, it had to be done. Catherine really didn't enjoy leaving her room at all, but she felt obligated to greet the rest of her family, as distant as they were. She pushed an extremely long lock of hair over her shoulder, before taking a deep breath, and exiting her room. After closing the door behind her, Catherine turned to see her sister walking into her own room, tears in her eyes. Cosette probably hadn't noticed her, but Catherine just stood there. She hadn't seen her sister cry in years. That same blank expression claimed her features as she gazed after her sister. She would have wondered what was wrong, but they young lady realized that such a question would be far to easy too answer. What wasn't wrong with their lives right now? She looked down.
♔xxxxThe Gagliardi child would have loved to rid these kind of thoughts from her head, but by now it seemed as if it just wasn't possible. She was burrowed too deeply in this depression to escape now. Lately, Catherine only wore dresses with long sleeves to hide the scars on her wrists. She wasn't sure if anyone had noticed. Perhaps her father had, with his enhanced senses. He would have smelled the blood, would have thirsted for it. She halted, very suddenly, shutting her eyes and holding her hands to her pounding head. What had she just been thinking? She opened her chilly - blue eyes, brows crumpled together. She placed her hands over her face for a moment before raising her head, and taking in a new breath of air. She felt the oxygen rush down her throat and inflate her lungs. Her chest rose and fell, and she calmed herself, forgetting her earlier thoughts. Catherine jerked into motion again, taking quick steps through the hall, and down the stairs. Her feet made light tapping noises as she walked swiftly through the large house. She seemed to be walking purposefully, but Catherine really wasn't entirely sure where she was going. She didn't know where the rest of her family was, so she just continued to pace through the halls, her eyes fixed on the floor. The young lady came to a sudden halt in front of the living room. She changed her direction and entered the room, seeing her younger brother's head peeking over a chair. " Hello, Damion. " She greeted him. Her voice was a bit soft, and as she spoke, she talked in an even tone, her lack of enthusiasm obvious. It wasn't that she didn't like her brother, but the two seemed to hold a mutual understanding that everything was not okay. That everything was destroyed beyond repair, and they both knew who was at fault. Catherine couldn't remember exactly what her father had done, but she knew that he had done something terrible. The young girl could not possibly remember that her mother was dead, and that her father was, in fact, a vampire. Her mind completely dispelled these thoughts. Still, she knew something was wrong. Though she was bitter towards her father, she knew still loved him, in some dusty corner of her mind. Catherine's thoughts drifted back to her brother. She could tell by the expression on his face that he was in a foul mood, but this didn't intimidate her in the least. He was, after all, her younger brother. He probably knew more about her, understood more about her, than the rest of her family, though that didn't use to be the case. The young lady easily blinked away the thoughts of her mother, waiting for a response.
and the tears come
streaming down your face
when you lose someone
you can't replace
when you love someone,
but it goes to waste
could it be worse?
α ɕαɕℓɩαя∂ɩ vαмpɩяє
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