Broken (Parker)
Aug 8, 2013 3:19:45 GMT -5
Post by Jacelynn Heron on Aug 8, 2013 3:19:45 GMT -5
Why did she constantly torture herself? Was it for fun or a force of habit? Either way she ended up at the lake when all hell broke loose in her mind because it was a relaxing place to be if you went late enough in the day after everyone left. That was the only time Jacelynn could even tolerate it lately because the incessant chatter around her had been slowly getting to her more and more because of how on edge she'd been. Everything was going to shit around her and she couldn't very well do anything about it. There was no fixing what happened, no taking it back. She just kept damaging herself more and more when she repeated history. One would think she'd have learned by now.
Starting fresh was the goal, her plan of action, but she couldn't quite get back into the swing of things. Whether it be the smooth flirting or teasing chase, she just couldn't get it back. Clearly she had done it again. Alessandro had been in the picture too long, commitment came into things and she ran for the hills leaving him behind. And yet she manages to get sucked in by guys that care so little for her and drive her nuts as they toy with her. Why couldn't she pick the good guys? Whenever they got close to her she should have embraced it, not pushed it away. But it happened with Les and it had happened before.
Jace didn't want to get into that story though.
She pulled her knees up close to her chest, sitting under a tree a few feet up from the shoreline. Makeup had taken a backseat along with her typical high fashion look. Jacelynn had settled on a t-shirt and jeans with her hair up and the natural look going for her. It wasn't like she cared anymore anyway. If people had a problem with it they could stop looking in her direction. She had no one to impress after all. Her iPod was plugged in, repeating through a playlist that was none too peppy. She wasn't feeling her usual upbeat party music. The acoustic sound playing in her ears was plenty good enough for her mood at the moment.
As a song by Evanescence came on, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the trunk of the tree. It was for the best that she hadn't worn makeup because she knew tears were bound to come sooner or later. They still hadn't made their appearance yet though, so she sort of hoped they would put off a little longer so she could enjoy the moment.
Starting fresh was the goal, her plan of action, but she couldn't quite get back into the swing of things. Whether it be the smooth flirting or teasing chase, she just couldn't get it back. Clearly she had done it again. Alessandro had been in the picture too long, commitment came into things and she ran for the hills leaving him behind. And yet she manages to get sucked in by guys that care so little for her and drive her nuts as they toy with her. Why couldn't she pick the good guys? Whenever they got close to her she should have embraced it, not pushed it away. But it happened with Les and it had happened before.
Jace didn't want to get into that story though.
She pulled her knees up close to her chest, sitting under a tree a few feet up from the shoreline. Makeup had taken a backseat along with her typical high fashion look. Jacelynn had settled on a t-shirt and jeans with her hair up and the natural look going for her. It wasn't like she cared anymore anyway. If people had a problem with it they could stop looking in her direction. She had no one to impress after all. Her iPod was plugged in, repeating through a playlist that was none too peppy. She wasn't feeling her usual upbeat party music. The acoustic sound playing in her ears was plenty good enough for her mood at the moment.
As a song by Evanescence came on, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the trunk of the tree. It was for the best that she hadn't worn makeup because she knew tears were bound to come sooner or later. They still hadn't made their appearance yet though, so she sort of hoped they would put off a little longer so she could enjoy the moment.