Post by Jenna on Aug 20, 2005 21:51:15 GMT -5
Rhea slowly rolled up her black fishnets which were under her black mini skirt. She glanced at herself in the mirror "Looking good." she thought, giving herself a slight smile in the mirror. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It read midnight. "Right on time." she said with a michevous grin on her face. She knew that her parents were now asleep. She slowly crept to the window and slid out into the night. The star was light with the stars and the moon so this made her path a lot more visible. She slowly walked towards Hogsmeade.
She spent a lot of nights, out and about. She never really went anywhere in particular, just when she went to the party, that she normally attended. She knew that a lot of creeps came out to Hogsmeade at this time, and truthfully, it didn't bother her. She had her wand so she really didn't have much reason to be afraid. She was always looking for the next best guy, she could be descirbed as easy, really thinking nothing about hooking up with some guy she barely knew. She continued walking, looking lost, but really she didn't have anywhere to go.
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It was late, but Pam didn't care. She'd gotten pretty good at sneaking out. Derek and Rhea had taught her some things. The thought of Derek brought tears to her eyes. I swore I'd never think about this again, she thought bitterly as she strutted down the street, wiping away her tears.
Then she saw the last person she expected, or wanted, to see: Rhea. Pam only half-noticed her, though. She was busy in her own mind, and didn't particularly care for anyone else. Before she knew it, she had slowed down her pace so much you could almost call it stopping... right in front of Rhea.
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Rhea's mind was wandering to nowhere in particular. When she noticed a girl, who had stopped right in front of her. She looked and she noticed who it was. Pam. A girl she thought she had lost. They didn't have the best past. Well with Rhea sleeping with Derek and then trying to get him back, while he was dating Pam. Situtations like that never worked out.
She looked at her and forced a fake smile. "Well what are you doing out her so late?" she said trying to appear the least bit friendly, something that was difficult for her to do.
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Pam nearly jumped when she heard Rhea's voice. She hadn't noticed she had slowed down to a stop, and right in front of Rhea of all places... she looked as slutty as ever, and as uncaring as ever. The last thing I need... Well, at least she was smiling, though it was obviously forced.
"What I'm doing out here so late is none of your business." she said before she could stop herself, her voice cracking. She was trying as hard as she could not to cry, but if she didn't get away from Rhea soon, she knew she would. She only brought back all the memories she wanted to burn. Pam began to walk away from her.
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"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Didn't you learn to be nice to others or were you out ruining the world when we had that lesson?" she asked, digging in the knife she had just plunged (not litterally). "Why are you walking away? Can't handle the fact that Derrek slept with me and not you?" she asked a grin on her face.
She had since moved on and she could care less who Derrek was with or what he was doing. She had shown a moment of weakness by trying to get him back and she knew it. For that she was ashamed, she never let anyone see that side and truthfully she barely knew it was there.
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Pam stopped, frozen in place, trying to hold back the tears. "That doesn't matter any more," she stammered, not looking at Rhea. She couldn't bring herself to say it. "Whatever you did with him... doesn't matter any more... it's gone..." she couldn't think, she couldn't breathe. She had to get out of there. Hatred boiled inside her. How DARE Rhea talk like that? That had been months ago, and for all Pam cared, it could have been someone else's life. So what if she slept with him? Maybe knowing what happened would maker her suffer too, make her suffer as Pam had.
But she couldn't say it.
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"What is wrong with you?" she asked not having fun because Pam wasn't fighting back. She liked an acutal fight... were an argument took place. She stood there her hands were on her hips and she was puzzled by Pam's action, she thought that Pam had more fight in her than that.
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Pam blinked a few times and took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She hated Rhea's attitude. She wanted a fight... out in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night, on the worst night they could have met... and she wanted to fight!
But it was only natural. She's the same slut she's been for so long, thought Pam bitterly.
After struggling with her feelings for a few seconds, she felt one small, hot tear make its way slowly down her face. There was no need to hide it any more.
"D-derek is... d-dead." she sammered out, so quietly she doubted Rhea would hear her.
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"What I didn't hear you. I don't understand mumbling." she said rudely. She thought it was some type of comeback or somthing. She never would have known that it was what she was about to be informed of.
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Pam started shaking in rage and despair. She couldn't stop it. She felt weak, like a piece of garbage, no longer fit to be on earth. She was infuriated by Rhea's attitude.
"He's DEAD!" she shouted out, breaking into disconsolate sobs. "Gone! Gone... gone from my life and yours!" she started to shake more violently, beginning lose control over herself. She walked off a few feet, found a bench and sat down, trying to take deep breaths.
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"He is... dead?" she said a little suprised as she walked over to the bench in total shock. She didn't even know what to say, she was confused and she felt bad. After ten minutes of thinking she managed to choke out "How... How did it happen." she asked. The fact that he was dead seemed almost foreing to her.
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Pam took a few more minutes to compose herself. Finally, Rhea has been brought donw to earth, she thought. However, it gave her little comfort to think that, and she decided to try to face the question.
"He..." she began, then faltered.
She took a deep breath and said, "Death Eater attack... it's all I know, the Ministry won't tell me any more." She looked down at her shoes. "It's don't understand why. Is it too much to ask how it happened?"
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"Sometimes it is. The Ministry is sneaky sometimes, they want us only to know certain things." she said sadly. She still couldn't believe that all of this was happening. "It just seems so unreal." she said seriously staring into the the nothingness, almost as if she were talking to herself. She was not sure what she was feeling at the moment.
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"It doesn't make it right..." she sighed. "It's too real to me. I..." a few tears made their way slowly down her cheeks. "I saw the... the body. I went to... the... funeral..." She couldn't talk straight because she was groping for the right words, but the only words she could find to use were the ones she wanted most to avoid.
Though it had been about a month since his death, it hadn't really hit her until recently. Pam had been in denial far too long, and this was the result.
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You saw... saw his dead body?" she asked thinking how strange that must have been. One moment you were talking to him and the next you were standing over his final resting place, were he now rested. She slowly let out a tear, as much as she would like to deny it she did like him somewhat. She always carried around some type of love for the guys she had been with. She quickly wiped it away hoping that Pam had not seen her. "I am really sorry that you had to do all of that alone." she whispered now feeling cold
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"I'm used to doing things alone." said Pam bitterly. "But that doesn't matter." She was beginning to regain some control over herself. The recent mood swings had made her think something was wrong with her, which only made it worse.
"I guess... I guess things just happen..." she trailed off.
By now she was feeling a bit more calm, talking about it had helped her. "It just bothers me that I never got to say good-bye. I was on my way to his house..."
She now felt as if she were saying a line from a play. It was a lot like that for her these days. One moment, his death would tear her apart, destroy her from the inside and burn any hopes she had, consuming her every thought. Then the next moment, she would feel distant, alone, but somewhat calm... almost as if it were someone else going through this, and not herself.
She spent a lot of nights, out and about. She never really went anywhere in particular, just when she went to the party, that she normally attended. She knew that a lot of creeps came out to Hogsmeade at this time, and truthfully, it didn't bother her. She had her wand so she really didn't have much reason to be afraid. She was always looking for the next best guy, she could be descirbed as easy, really thinking nothing about hooking up with some guy she barely knew. She continued walking, looking lost, but really she didn't have anywhere to go.
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It was late, but Pam didn't care. She'd gotten pretty good at sneaking out. Derek and Rhea had taught her some things. The thought of Derek brought tears to her eyes. I swore I'd never think about this again, she thought bitterly as she strutted down the street, wiping away her tears.
Then she saw the last person she expected, or wanted, to see: Rhea. Pam only half-noticed her, though. She was busy in her own mind, and didn't particularly care for anyone else. Before she knew it, she had slowed down her pace so much you could almost call it stopping... right in front of Rhea.
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Rhea's mind was wandering to nowhere in particular. When she noticed a girl, who had stopped right in front of her. She looked and she noticed who it was. Pam. A girl she thought she had lost. They didn't have the best past. Well with Rhea sleeping with Derek and then trying to get him back, while he was dating Pam. Situtations like that never worked out.
She looked at her and forced a fake smile. "Well what are you doing out her so late?" she said trying to appear the least bit friendly, something that was difficult for her to do.
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Pam nearly jumped when she heard Rhea's voice. She hadn't noticed she had slowed down to a stop, and right in front of Rhea of all places... she looked as slutty as ever, and as uncaring as ever. The last thing I need... Well, at least she was smiling, though it was obviously forced.
"What I'm doing out here so late is none of your business." she said before she could stop herself, her voice cracking. She was trying as hard as she could not to cry, but if she didn't get away from Rhea soon, she knew she would. She only brought back all the memories she wanted to burn. Pam began to walk away from her.
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"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Didn't you learn to be nice to others or were you out ruining the world when we had that lesson?" she asked, digging in the knife she had just plunged (not litterally). "Why are you walking away? Can't handle the fact that Derrek slept with me and not you?" she asked a grin on her face.
She had since moved on and she could care less who Derrek was with or what he was doing. She had shown a moment of weakness by trying to get him back and she knew it. For that she was ashamed, she never let anyone see that side and truthfully she barely knew it was there.
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Pam stopped, frozen in place, trying to hold back the tears. "That doesn't matter any more," she stammered, not looking at Rhea. She couldn't bring herself to say it. "Whatever you did with him... doesn't matter any more... it's gone..." she couldn't think, she couldn't breathe. She had to get out of there. Hatred boiled inside her. How DARE Rhea talk like that? That had been months ago, and for all Pam cared, it could have been someone else's life. So what if she slept with him? Maybe knowing what happened would maker her suffer too, make her suffer as Pam had.
But she couldn't say it.
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"What is wrong with you?" she asked not having fun because Pam wasn't fighting back. She liked an acutal fight... were an argument took place. She stood there her hands were on her hips and she was puzzled by Pam's action, she thought that Pam had more fight in her than that.
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Pam blinked a few times and took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She hated Rhea's attitude. She wanted a fight... out in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night, on the worst night they could have met... and she wanted to fight!
But it was only natural. She's the same slut she's been for so long, thought Pam bitterly.
After struggling with her feelings for a few seconds, she felt one small, hot tear make its way slowly down her face. There was no need to hide it any more.
"D-derek is... d-dead." she sammered out, so quietly she doubted Rhea would hear her.
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"What I didn't hear you. I don't understand mumbling." she said rudely. She thought it was some type of comeback or somthing. She never would have known that it was what she was about to be informed of.
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Pam started shaking in rage and despair. She couldn't stop it. She felt weak, like a piece of garbage, no longer fit to be on earth. She was infuriated by Rhea's attitude.
"He's DEAD!" she shouted out, breaking into disconsolate sobs. "Gone! Gone... gone from my life and yours!" she started to shake more violently, beginning lose control over herself. She walked off a few feet, found a bench and sat down, trying to take deep breaths.
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"He is... dead?" she said a little suprised as she walked over to the bench in total shock. She didn't even know what to say, she was confused and she felt bad. After ten minutes of thinking she managed to choke out "How... How did it happen." she asked. The fact that he was dead seemed almost foreing to her.
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Pam took a few more minutes to compose herself. Finally, Rhea has been brought donw to earth, she thought. However, it gave her little comfort to think that, and she decided to try to face the question.
"He..." she began, then faltered.
She took a deep breath and said, "Death Eater attack... it's all I know, the Ministry won't tell me any more." She looked down at her shoes. "It's don't understand why. Is it too much to ask how it happened?"
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"Sometimes it is. The Ministry is sneaky sometimes, they want us only to know certain things." she said sadly. She still couldn't believe that all of this was happening. "It just seems so unreal." she said seriously staring into the the nothingness, almost as if she were talking to herself. She was not sure what she was feeling at the moment.
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"It doesn't make it right..." she sighed. "It's too real to me. I..." a few tears made their way slowly down her cheeks. "I saw the... the body. I went to... the... funeral..." She couldn't talk straight because she was groping for the right words, but the only words she could find to use were the ones she wanted most to avoid.
Though it had been about a month since his death, it hadn't really hit her until recently. Pam had been in denial far too long, and this was the result.
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You saw... saw his dead body?" she asked thinking how strange that must have been. One moment you were talking to him and the next you were standing over his final resting place, were he now rested. She slowly let out a tear, as much as she would like to deny it she did like him somewhat. She always carried around some type of love for the guys she had been with. She quickly wiped it away hoping that Pam had not seen her. "I am really sorry that you had to do all of that alone." she whispered now feeling cold
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"I'm used to doing things alone." said Pam bitterly. "But that doesn't matter." She was beginning to regain some control over herself. The recent mood swings had made her think something was wrong with her, which only made it worse.
"I guess... I guess things just happen..." she trailed off.
By now she was feeling a bit more calm, talking about it had helped her. "It just bothers me that I never got to say good-bye. I was on my way to his house..."
She now felt as if she were saying a line from a play. It was a lot like that for her these days. One moment, his death would tear her apart, destroy her from the inside and burn any hopes she had, consuming her every thought. Then the next moment, she would feel distant, alone, but somewhat calm... almost as if it were someone else going through this, and not herself.
