Styxx
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Mar 30, 2017
Emma didn't know where she had lost her way - was it back in second year, when a break up cost her two credits and her sanity? Was it when she first moved to that town, torn from everyone she ever knew only to be forced to make a new life for herself - or did it predate all of that, back to when she still lived in Mayberry and she slowly lost herself piece by piece to people who would never love her? She didn't know, not really. All she knew was that one overdose later she was back in Mayberry, back in that town she had spent her life trying to get away from and now all she had was a part time job and her antidepressants to keep her sane. Everyone was gone, everyone else had kept their sanity and left. She didn't quite know why she was back here - maybe because there was no place to go, maybe because she'd lost her ambition. Maybe what she needed most was to be back where her family were, and the few friends that she had kept in touch with over the years since she had finished high school.
The twenty-one year old let out a sigh as she pulled a stiff brush through her short, chin-length red hair. She had just moved in to a cheap one bedroom apartment not even a week ago. Things were still in boxes, furniture was still missing. Her mom had promised her a dining table and chairs that she wasn't using any more, but those weren't here yet. The squeaky old bed she'd slept on as a teenager and the old couch she'd spent years slouching and napping on were from her father, who was grateful to have a reason to replace them. None of it was good, but it was hers now and, well, at least she had something. After she finished her hair she walked out in to the living room and sat down on the far left of the couch, leaning forward to grab the wireless keyboard from the wooden coffee table a foot off from the furniture. A flick from the mouse she had on the arm was enough to bring her computer to life, lighting up the tv screen she had it attached to.
Idly, she scrolled through social media as she waited for something interesting to pop up.
The twenty-one year old let out a sigh as she pulled a stiff brush through her short, chin-length red hair. She had just moved in to a cheap one bedroom apartment not even a week ago. Things were still in boxes, furniture was still missing. Her mom had promised her a dining table and chairs that she wasn't using any more, but those weren't here yet. The squeaky old bed she'd slept on as a teenager and the old couch she'd spent years slouching and napping on were from her father, who was grateful to have a reason to replace them. None of it was good, but it was hers now and, well, at least she had something. After she finished her hair she walked out in to the living room and sat down on the far left of the couch, leaning forward to grab the wireless keyboard from the wooden coffee table a foot off from the furniture. A flick from the mouse she had on the arm was enough to bring her computer to life, lighting up the tv screen she had it attached to.
Idly, she scrolled through social media as she waited for something interesting to pop up.