Terrible Things
Fresh Scars
"Caroline Peters! Where the fuck have you been!" I cringed as I took my shoes off inside the front door. I mumbled an apology to my dad and headed straight for the stairs. He grabbed my arm to stop me. "Oh, no you don't. Where have you been and whose clothes are you wearing?"
I sighed and turned to face him. His eyes were bloodshot and he stunk of whiskey.
"I was at Alex's. My dress was soaked so he let me borrow some clothing." I tugged my arm away and continued up the stairs.
"Who the fuck is Alex!?" He yelled after me as I slammed my bedroom door shut. I rushed to my bedside table and pulled the drawer out. My hands rummaged desperately through the contents, searching for my razor. I needed a release, I needed.... bingo. I pulled the small metal strip across my wrist and winced. I hadn't cut in a long time and now I had relapsed hard. My father rapped on my door, but I had jammed it shut with my desk chair. "Carrie! Caroline! Open this door!" I ignored him and sliced my wrist again, reopening my scars. "Girl I will break this door down! Open this damn door!" It was a shame to be back home, Alex's house had been so warm and welcoming, so bright and happy. Back ere it was miserable, dark and oppressive. My fathers knocks grew louder and louder in unison with his screams. I huddled in the corner of my bed, clutching my razor with tears streaming down my face. I was scared, I was terrified. "We need to talk Caroline! Come out here now!" I slowly inched off my bed, knowing I would have to face him sooner or later. I was alone in this house with him, Roland had left for California as soon as the funeral ended, a week too early. I removed the chair and slowly turned the handle, pulling Alex's sleeve over my fresh wounds. Dad fell through the door and grabbed my shoulders, shoving me backwards and onto my bed. He pulled my suitcase out from under my bed and starting scooping my possessions and throwing them inside. "You're leaving."
"What!?" I screamed between tears.
"The Fuentes' are taking you in. Vic will pick you up at the airport. You leave on Sunday."
FUCKING HELL. What was it with this goddamn family and Sunday! I screamed that I hated him and he left the room. Tearful I threw my belongings into my bags and nearly jumped out of my skin when a figure jumped through my window.
"Shhhh." Jacks covered my mouth to stop me from screaming. "I've heard enough loud noises from this house thanks a lot." I wiped the wetness from my cheek and let his arms encircle me. "Why are you packing? Running away?" I shook my head.
"No, I.. I'm being... shipped off." His face rang with confusion and I continued between staggered breaths. "My dad's sending me to California to live with family friends. I'm not wanted around here anymore. I'm leaving on Sunday."
"Sunday? That's a week away!" Jack squeaked. I hardly knew the boy, I had no idea why he would be so upset over this. "But we were just getting to know each other and Alex...Alex..." I stopped in my tracks. Alex? What about Alex? "He... I have to go." Jack turned and jumped back out my window and swung down the tree. I collapsed against my desk and stared at my suitcase. I was all out of tears even though the thought of being taken away from my new found friends scared me.
From: Alex
You're leaving?
From: Alex
Carrie?
From: Alex
Carrie please, tell me what's going on.
I sat staring at my phone as message after message buzzed through. I was so lost, how could I be so upset over leaving a guy I had known for two weeks? We only spoke during class and I hadn't even been in school since Jaime died. How did this happen? How could I be so attached? I pulled the shirt up to my nose and inhaled. It smelt musky, but nice. It smelt of Alex, the guy I had no right to be falling for.
I sighed and turned to face him. His eyes were bloodshot and he stunk of whiskey.
"I was at Alex's. My dress was soaked so he let me borrow some clothing." I tugged my arm away and continued up the stairs.
"Who the fuck is Alex!?" He yelled after me as I slammed my bedroom door shut. I rushed to my bedside table and pulled the drawer out. My hands rummaged desperately through the contents, searching for my razor. I needed a release, I needed.... bingo. I pulled the small metal strip across my wrist and winced. I hadn't cut in a long time and now I had relapsed hard. My father rapped on my door, but I had jammed it shut with my desk chair. "Carrie! Caroline! Open this door!" I ignored him and sliced my wrist again, reopening my scars. "Girl I will break this door down! Open this damn door!" It was a shame to be back home, Alex's house had been so warm and welcoming, so bright and happy. Back ere it was miserable, dark and oppressive. My fathers knocks grew louder and louder in unison with his screams. I huddled in the corner of my bed, clutching my razor with tears streaming down my face. I was scared, I was terrified. "We need to talk Caroline! Come out here now!" I slowly inched off my bed, knowing I would have to face him sooner or later. I was alone in this house with him, Roland had left for California as soon as the funeral ended, a week too early. I removed the chair and slowly turned the handle, pulling Alex's sleeve over my fresh wounds. Dad fell through the door and grabbed my shoulders, shoving me backwards and onto my bed. He pulled my suitcase out from under my bed and starting scooping my possessions and throwing them inside. "You're leaving."
"What!?" I screamed between tears.
"The Fuentes' are taking you in. Vic will pick you up at the airport. You leave on Sunday."
FUCKING HELL. What was it with this goddamn family and Sunday! I screamed that I hated him and he left the room. Tearful I threw my belongings into my bags and nearly jumped out of my skin when a figure jumped through my window.
"Shhhh." Jacks covered my mouth to stop me from screaming. "I've heard enough loud noises from this house thanks a lot." I wiped the wetness from my cheek and let his arms encircle me. "Why are you packing? Running away?" I shook my head.
"No, I.. I'm being... shipped off." His face rang with confusion and I continued between staggered breaths. "My dad's sending me to California to live with family friends. I'm not wanted around here anymore. I'm leaving on Sunday."
"Sunday? That's a week away!" Jack squeaked. I hardly knew the boy, I had no idea why he would be so upset over this. "But we were just getting to know each other and Alex...Alex..." I stopped in my tracks. Alex? What about Alex? "He... I have to go." Jack turned and jumped back out my window and swung down the tree. I collapsed against my desk and stared at my suitcase. I was all out of tears even though the thought of being taken away from my new found friends scared me.
From: Alex
You're leaving?
From: Alex
Carrie?
From: Alex
Carrie please, tell me what's going on.
I sat staring at my phone as message after message buzzed through. I was so lost, how could I be so upset over leaving a guy I had known for two weeks? We only spoke during class and I hadn't even been in school since Jaime died. How did this happen? How could I be so attached? I pulled the shirt up to my nose and inhaled. It smelt musky, but nice. It smelt of Alex, the guy I had no right to be falling for.
This story is so good! OMG. I just found it and started reading it yesterday, and haven't stopped. I just caught up with all of the updates you have of it and really love it.
It's a very dark fan fic. Specifically with the first half, honestly one of the darkest I've read actually... like with that curse of everything happening on Sundays? Man... and you just kind of kept it up too. It was just very dark, and sad, but... different. And I really like that about this.
The second half seems to be deviating from that a little bit, but I sensed that coming back with the babies thing. I mean, not that I want anything to happen, but I almost feel you had something bad happening planned with the pregnancy. Perhaps not, perhaps that was just to raise some of the tone as opposed to keeping it happy go lucky, who knows. But I found it interesting how you did that.
I'm glad that Alex and Carrie finally got together, with the first part of this I was just screaming GET TOGETHER until they finally did. lol. And I was happy. :)
I found it a bit odd how they just took in those fans though. On a realistic writing level, the oddity of this story was the curse thing. But adding the fans thing in too, it just... it didn't really fit. Especially considering legalities and all of that. I feel like it was a little too easy that they gained guardianship.
But overall, I have enjoyed Alex and Carrie's love story. I'm sad to see it was never finished, so I'm leaving this comment to let you know if you ever do choose to finish it, I will be here to read, for sure. I'd love to see how it all ends for these two. Even if it's just a final chapter wrap up or something; I understand what it's like losing inspiration.
But yeah, sorry if this comment sounded harsh at all, but just wanted to leave my honest thoughts. I think you're a truly great writer, though, and hope you have at least kept up with it in your free time. :)
7/12/16