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rainbowfic2022-08-22 03:06 pm
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Skylight 2, Daffodil 3: Out
Author: Kat
Title: Out
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Skylight 2. smell of asphalt, daffodil 3 (spring forward)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire Day 6: Bad Girls, M.I.A), photography, novelty beads (Looking for Light, Drew Sarich), canvas
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Summary: If she can't get away, Danny needs to get out.
Warning: one swear word
Notes: none
Whenever Mom yelled at her these days, Danny got in her car.
She tried not to do it too often, for Michael’s sake, but he was safe with Mom in a way she wasn’t, and sometimes she just needed to get the fuck out. Out of her shitty, falling-apart house and shitty, falling-apart family and shitty, falling-apart town into… somewhere. Anywhere. Else. Away wasn’t an option yet, but at least there was out.
So she got in her own damn car that she paid for with her own damn money and she’d drive. Go see if Riker was home and wanted to smoke a joint, maybe, or down to the one club in this shitty excuse for a town and see if the preps who wouldn’t talk to her in school wanted to walk on the wild side for a night. Drive fast, get drunk, fuck somebody else’s boyfriend, and scream her rage into the endless Texas night, then wake up hungover in a hot-ass garbage car that didn’t even belong to her. Do something, anything, to make her feel like her life belonged to her.
Away wasn’t an option. Not yet. Not yet.
Thank God she could get out.
Title: Out
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Skylight 2. smell of asphalt, daffodil 3 (spring forward)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire Day 6: Bad Girls, M.I.A), photography, novelty beads (Looking for Light, Drew Sarich), canvas
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Summary: If she can't get away, Danny needs to get out.
Warning: one swear word
Notes: none
Whenever Mom yelled at her these days, Danny got in her car.
She tried not to do it too often, for Michael’s sake, but he was safe with Mom in a way she wasn’t, and sometimes she just needed to get the fuck out. Out of her shitty, falling-apart house and shitty, falling-apart family and shitty, falling-apart town into… somewhere. Anywhere. Else. Away wasn’t an option yet, but at least there was out.
So she got in her own damn car that she paid for with her own damn money and she’d drive. Go see if Riker was home and wanted to smoke a joint, maybe, or down to the one club in this shitty excuse for a town and see if the preps who wouldn’t talk to her in school wanted to walk on the wild side for a night. Drive fast, get drunk, fuck somebody else’s boyfriend, and scream her rage into the endless Texas night, then wake up hungover in a hot-ass garbage car that didn’t even belong to her. Do something, anything, to make her feel like her life belonged to her.
Away wasn’t an option. Not yet. Not yet.
Thank God she could get out.
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