Post by lizyy on Apr 2, 2014 16:06:59 GMT
1. I’m Sorry (MotM!CeliaXDes)
The hospital was silent. White walls staring down at Celia, intensifying her guilt. Normally Celia didn’t care about others, not those who showed opposition to her as well. Des was the person that would spat with her much too often. She was an arrogant bitch, always thought she was right and held to her past combat experience to prove her dominance.
Of course Celia had no problem besting her, in the case that she did Des’s face would blush as dark red as the shade of the wild curls that adorned her head.
Des wasn’t conscious while Celia sat in the room, hoping she would wake up. If Celia didn’t hate god she might have prayed too.
Earlier that week they had been in a car together. Celia was driving, being a newer driver she wasn’t as experienced as Des, giving Des something to criticize and act like a snob about. “That left turn was not tight enough.” The red-head sneered.
Celia growled in response. “Do you want to drive?”
“We would be a lot safer.”
“Pretentious bitch!” the insult normally came out of Celia’s mouth, so much so that Des just snickered and smirked at the remark.
“Yes. I am.” Again that was the normal response Celia was used to.
Even if the two seemed like they should be enemies they weren’t. Two cold-hearted violent people that managed to find each other and they stuck together. However that particular day left Celia a tad more irritable than usual. “If we get in a crash I hope you fucking die.”
Des’s eyes widened a little, again not that anything usually bothered her but from the one person she opened up to a little the words seemed to sting. She had no response and instead acted like she hadn’t heard the comment.
Ironically not more than two seconds later a large gray truck spun out of control on the road, smashing into the red car Celia was driving. Celia tried to swerve out of the way and the last thing Des did before the truck crash then was reach out in Celia’s direction and grab onto her for support.
The car was upside down when Celia woke up. She was fine with the exception of a dislocated shoulder due to the pull from her seatbelt. Des, however, looked like she may as well be a corpse. She was covered in lacerations and black bruises. Her joints were twisted in odd ways and she showed no signs of life other than some faint breathing.
Back in the hospital Celia was standing over the bed, looking down at her friend. Des’s eyes almost opened and her mouth moved to say something. “I’m so-” the words almost came out but what stopped then was the sudden, painful failure of Des’s heart. Celia’s face twisted and cringed as warm tears streamed from her eyes like rivers and hit the now lifeless body of what was once her closest friend.
The hospital was silent. White walls staring down at Celia, intensifying her guilt. Normally Celia didn’t care about others, not those who showed opposition to her as well. Des was the person that would spat with her much too often. She was an arrogant bitch, always thought she was right and held to her past combat experience to prove her dominance.
Of course Celia had no problem besting her, in the case that she did Des’s face would blush as dark red as the shade of the wild curls that adorned her head.
Des wasn’t conscious while Celia sat in the room, hoping she would wake up. If Celia didn’t hate god she might have prayed too.
Earlier that week they had been in a car together. Celia was driving, being a newer driver she wasn’t as experienced as Des, giving Des something to criticize and act like a snob about. “That left turn was not tight enough.” The red-head sneered.
Celia growled in response. “Do you want to drive?”
“We would be a lot safer.”
“Pretentious bitch!” the insult normally came out of Celia’s mouth, so much so that Des just snickered and smirked at the remark.
“Yes. I am.” Again that was the normal response Celia was used to.
Even if the two seemed like they should be enemies they weren’t. Two cold-hearted violent people that managed to find each other and they stuck together. However that particular day left Celia a tad more irritable than usual. “If we get in a crash I hope you fucking die.”
Des’s eyes widened a little, again not that anything usually bothered her but from the one person she opened up to a little the words seemed to sting. She had no response and instead acted like she hadn’t heard the comment.
Ironically not more than two seconds later a large gray truck spun out of control on the road, smashing into the red car Celia was driving. Celia tried to swerve out of the way and the last thing Des did before the truck crash then was reach out in Celia’s direction and grab onto her for support.
The car was upside down when Celia woke up. She was fine with the exception of a dislocated shoulder due to the pull from her seatbelt. Des, however, looked like she may as well be a corpse. She was covered in lacerations and black bruises. Her joints were twisted in odd ways and she showed no signs of life other than some faint breathing.
Back in the hospital Celia was standing over the bed, looking down at her friend. Des’s eyes almost opened and her mouth moved to say something. “I’m so-” the words almost came out but what stopped then was the sudden, painful failure of Des’s heart. Celia’s face twisted and cringed as warm tears streamed from her eyes like rivers and hit the now lifeless body of what was once her closest friend.
*in a toilet*