Post by facethedoll on Nov 4, 2022 20:28:11 GMT -5
“What’s this about?” Sarah asked with a cigarette clamped between her broken teeth. Her lighter flickered in the wind as she attempted to light it, finally getting it on the third try, which generate far more cursing than the unsuccessful 1st and 2nd attempts. The exhaled smoke whipped out the open car window as Sarah heard a voice from the backseat aware her of the subject.
“A day in the life? Wow. Bad timing. Really bad. Worse subject. I mean, I am the great and powerful Wisdom champion. I mean, look at all I prevail o’er!”
Sarah uses her non driving, non smoking hand to gesture to the town in which she’s driving though. Boarded up stores, old supermarkets that have long since gone out of business everywhere but places like this. Mom and Pop stores that only cater to other mom/pops.
“Had you followed me like, 5 years ago, you’d have seen some shit. I owned my own business. I was an agent to some really successful up and comers. I had a boyfriend, I had it all. You could’ve seen so much shit.”
Sarah pulls the car over and climbs out. Climbing out with her is the teenage Regina, whom Sarah has someone how become the caretaker of. Sarah tried her best to hide the disdain she has for the child, but when it comes to hiding a feeing, Sarah’s best is much like her behavior; the literal worst.
“A few months ago, you might have gotten to see a genuine Mexican cartel enclave. I mean, gold guns. Skulls and crosses up the ass. Would’ve been something off Vice. Probably would have gotten us all killed, though. So good thing eh?”
Sarah pulls open a door to a building that has no awning, no dressing to the front windows, and no music playing once entering, save for the bells hung on the back of the door.
“Dude this place smells like mothballs.” Regina says, crossing her arms at the stunningly low selection of clothing in the store ahead of her.
“Listen, idiot. You need clothes, and this is the only store in the area that sells them. We’ll wash them. And by we I mean you and only you. Now go. Shop. Mama’s got business to handle.”
“If you were my mom I’d drink poison.”
“If I was your mother you wouldn’t have a choice!”
Sarah realizes she’s still smoking in the store and stomps it out on the linoleum floor which is probably mostly asbestos tiles.
“You should have been there in my 20’s. All the jobs I had. Bounced from one thing to another the way Raven bounces to barely talented women. That would’ve been interesting.”
Sarah sees Regina pick up a crop top with a set of puckered bedazzled lips on the front. “I have that, you can just wear mine.” Sarah shakes her head No and turns to the camera. “I got her into school. Not because I give a fuck about education but it’s 8 hours I don’t have to be around her.”
“This place sucks.” Regina says sheepishly, making eye contact with the owner a second layer. “Sorry.”
“She knows the place sucks, idiot. Now start trying some shit on.”
Regina looks at the clothes in front of her and curls her lip in disgust. Sarah, having lost what little patience she had, grabs an arm full of clothes off the rack and shoves them into the unexpecting arms of the girl.
“Ten outfits. Go.” Sarah turned the girl around and put her foot against her ass, pushing her toward the dressing rooms.
“But hey, now you get to follow me around a small town I can barely leave without Keizer sozaying some shit, buying clothes for a brat I didn’t shit out and don’t even like the people who did, all while ruining my career at it’s current peak. Take advice from me, kids. Don’t help anyone.”
Moving toward the exit, Sarah looked out at the Main Street traffic jam which was two pickup trucks trying to turn left across traffic and each driver was telling the other to go ahead.
“This place makes me sick. Everything smells like Fritos. The people are slow, meandering and they ask too many questions. And I get to live here for like, ever. All because she wanted to beat some bitch for class president. Like anyone’s ever done anything with that anyway..” Sarah turned toward the owner who was approaching her ever so slowly. Sarah looked at the camera and silently mouthed “see? Meandering.”
“Miss, your daughter seems to be crying. Perhaps you should go check on her.”
“Perhaps you should hop on a piece of ice and float the fuck away from me.” Sarah said, turning away from the old and now angry woman. “This shithole has two places to get clothing. This place and the army supply store. And unless she wants to look like a lesbian in olive garb, she better…”
Sarah’s eyes grew wide and her mouth lost some of the tension it normally carried. If we could see in Sarah’s head, we might see the photos Regina had of this girl, all over her walls. Because “it motivates me,” Regina had claimed.
While we watched Sarah’s eyes dart back and forth, in her mind she was listening to Regina list all of the things she hated about the girl. A list that included her “perfect” hair and her “soft lips.”
Sarah rushed directly toward the dressing room with the camera in tow, and as she got to the closed dressing room door, she knocked on it hard enough to shake the makeshift walls of the other dressing rooms. Sarah turned toward us and shoved us away, angrily. “Hey, Pedo, how about you give the kid some fucking space?”
The next footage we see is Sarah and Regina emerging from the clothing store and walking over to the Rx Diner adjacent. Which is named due to its double use as both the town's only drug store & its only 2 star(the highest honor the town gives) eatery besides the tire/hot dog place down the road.
“Why didn’t you tell me you’re gay?”
“You said you’d kill me if this was over a boy?”
“She’s not a boy! Unless she is? I don’t know man, you kids and your genders.”
“Ok boomer.” Regina looked up at the waitress as she stepped forward and ordered a chicken Caesar salad and a coke. The absolute second she was done speaking Sarah asked for an egg white omelette with spinach and onions and a cup of coffee. The waitress, who didn’t even get to speak, turned on the heels of her new balance shoes and went to put in the order.
“Idiot. I planned on destroying this girl. You wanted to sniff her fucking..neck. You get that this wasn’t the best way to go about it right?”
“I just figured…like I fell for her because she bullied me? Maybe it would work the other way?”
“Why the fuck?”
“I DONT KNOW IM JUST A KID!”
“Alright. Well here’s the thing. While you will probably never see her again, You did win her over. Maybe she’s not gonna wet your nose or anything but she’s gonna spend the rest of her life knowing that you did what she couldn’t. You mean a lot to her. Even if she’ll never tell you.”
“You think?”
“Sure. I mean I could be wrong. Maybe she thinks you’re just a stupid cunt, but not everyone thinks like me, you know?”
“That’s why I went after that kid. He didn’t just touch anyone, he touched her. And he didn’t even ask. He just did it like he owned her. Like he had the right. I wish I’d have broken his jaw, too.”
“Next time.” Sarah grabbed the coffee as soon as it was set down by the elderly meandering waitress and downed it with a single gulp, using her first breath directly after to ask for more. Regina took a deep sip off her soda, trying to replicate the action but realized due to the carbonation, she’d never pull it off. “So what do I do? Do I write her?”
“No. You grow up, you never see her again. You get a haircut that tells the entire world which crotch variant you go for, and maybe you think of her later. And keep in mind; you can masturbate to her as you know her now up until your 18. After that it’s just creepy.”
A truck driver at the booth behind Regina looked back, but turned away when Sarah met his gaze and threw a handful of sugar packets at him, hissing loudly through her shard-like teeth.
“You think my dad will be upset that I’m, like gay? Like he’s so weird. He’s probably going to disown me.” Regina said this seriously, but Sarah responded with a chuckle. She leaned forward and whispered a little, but not very.
“Idiot. You’re sitting across from the woman who wanted to leave you with a trailer park, meth head, pimp. He’s already disowned you.” Sarah looked out the window at the trucks still stuck in a stalemate of politeness and looked away with a cringe. Sarah looked down at her hands, and her wrists, and her knees which were poking through the holes in the black denim pants she was wearing, and she saw the scars of past mistakes that never would have come to be had she had the guts to do what she wanted when she wanted.
Sarah could spend the rest of her days regretting what others had done to her, for her, in spite of her, and in her name, but she could not spend a single minute more regrettign what she had done or who she’d become. Regret was for people who had doubts. Sarah had a few, and not one of them was about herself.
“My entire life I knew who I was, idiot. I knew. Deep down. I denied it. I tried to keep it hidden. To only let it out in small random bursts. And it did me more harm than good. It didn’t cursh me, per se. But it confined me. Kept me still until I felt stagnate. I would look at myself and tell myself it was working. I was fooling everyone. I was. But I couldn’t fool myself. It’s why when I was in that chair, when they did what they did, part of me felt like I deserved it. Part of me felt like, if I could do this to myself internally, then surely it made perfect sense that someone else did it to me externally. Makes a great villain origin story, you know?” Sarah smirked for a second, but it moved off her lips faster than it had appeared. I don’t give advice often, especially to idiots. but the best I can give you is don’t pretend to be something you’re not. You’ll get tired of it one day. You’ll wake up and the disguise you have to put on to mix with the animals will be heavier than ever and you’ll just put it down and give up on it forever. and then you’ll start to live how you want, and you’ll regret every day you didn’t.”
“Do you regret pretending to be normal that much?”
Sarah paused before responding. Did she really regret not becoming a cartel errand boy, wanted criminal in several states, tortured by enemies and disowned by friends? Did she really wish she could shed the fake skin and thin veil and show the world then, who she was now? Did Sarah Wolf really want to get to being the worlds biggest bitch a day earleir than she had? A deep breath, a bite of food, and a swig of coffee later, and Sarah sat back, rubber her hand against her freshly shaved head, and muttered confidently…
“...every day in my life.”
“A day in the life? Wow. Bad timing. Really bad. Worse subject. I mean, I am the great and powerful Wisdom champion. I mean, look at all I prevail o’er!”
Sarah uses her non driving, non smoking hand to gesture to the town in which she’s driving though. Boarded up stores, old supermarkets that have long since gone out of business everywhere but places like this. Mom and Pop stores that only cater to other mom/pops.
“Had you followed me like, 5 years ago, you’d have seen some shit. I owned my own business. I was an agent to some really successful up and comers. I had a boyfriend, I had it all. You could’ve seen so much shit.”
Sarah pulls the car over and climbs out. Climbing out with her is the teenage Regina, whom Sarah has someone how become the caretaker of. Sarah tried her best to hide the disdain she has for the child, but when it comes to hiding a feeing, Sarah’s best is much like her behavior; the literal worst.
“A few months ago, you might have gotten to see a genuine Mexican cartel enclave. I mean, gold guns. Skulls and crosses up the ass. Would’ve been something off Vice. Probably would have gotten us all killed, though. So good thing eh?”
Sarah pulls open a door to a building that has no awning, no dressing to the front windows, and no music playing once entering, save for the bells hung on the back of the door.
“Dude this place smells like mothballs.” Regina says, crossing her arms at the stunningly low selection of clothing in the store ahead of her.
“Listen, idiot. You need clothes, and this is the only store in the area that sells them. We’ll wash them. And by we I mean you and only you. Now go. Shop. Mama’s got business to handle.”
“If you were my mom I’d drink poison.”
“If I was your mother you wouldn’t have a choice!”
Sarah realizes she’s still smoking in the store and stomps it out on the linoleum floor which is probably mostly asbestos tiles.
“You should have been there in my 20’s. All the jobs I had. Bounced from one thing to another the way Raven bounces to barely talented women. That would’ve been interesting.”
Sarah sees Regina pick up a crop top with a set of puckered bedazzled lips on the front. “I have that, you can just wear mine.” Sarah shakes her head No and turns to the camera. “I got her into school. Not because I give a fuck about education but it’s 8 hours I don’t have to be around her.”
“This place sucks.” Regina says sheepishly, making eye contact with the owner a second layer. “Sorry.”
“She knows the place sucks, idiot. Now start trying some shit on.”
Regina looks at the clothes in front of her and curls her lip in disgust. Sarah, having lost what little patience she had, grabs an arm full of clothes off the rack and shoves them into the unexpecting arms of the girl.
“Ten outfits. Go.” Sarah turned the girl around and put her foot against her ass, pushing her toward the dressing rooms.
“But hey, now you get to follow me around a small town I can barely leave without Keizer sozaying some shit, buying clothes for a brat I didn’t shit out and don’t even like the people who did, all while ruining my career at it’s current peak. Take advice from me, kids. Don’t help anyone.”
Moving toward the exit, Sarah looked out at the Main Street traffic jam which was two pickup trucks trying to turn left across traffic and each driver was telling the other to go ahead.
“This place makes me sick. Everything smells like Fritos. The people are slow, meandering and they ask too many questions. And I get to live here for like, ever. All because she wanted to beat some bitch for class president. Like anyone’s ever done anything with that anyway..” Sarah turned toward the owner who was approaching her ever so slowly. Sarah looked at the camera and silently mouthed “see? Meandering.”
“Miss, your daughter seems to be crying. Perhaps you should go check on her.”
“Perhaps you should hop on a piece of ice and float the fuck away from me.” Sarah said, turning away from the old and now angry woman. “This shithole has two places to get clothing. This place and the army supply store. And unless she wants to look like a lesbian in olive garb, she better…”
Sarah’s eyes grew wide and her mouth lost some of the tension it normally carried. If we could see in Sarah’s head, we might see the photos Regina had of this girl, all over her walls. Because “it motivates me,” Regina had claimed.
While we watched Sarah’s eyes dart back and forth, in her mind she was listening to Regina list all of the things she hated about the girl. A list that included her “perfect” hair and her “soft lips.”
Sarah rushed directly toward the dressing room with the camera in tow, and as she got to the closed dressing room door, she knocked on it hard enough to shake the makeshift walls of the other dressing rooms. Sarah turned toward us and shoved us away, angrily. “Hey, Pedo, how about you give the kid some fucking space?”
The next footage we see is Sarah and Regina emerging from the clothing store and walking over to the Rx Diner adjacent. Which is named due to its double use as both the town's only drug store & its only 2 star(the highest honor the town gives) eatery besides the tire/hot dog place down the road.
“Why didn’t you tell me you’re gay?”
“You said you’d kill me if this was over a boy?”
“She’s not a boy! Unless she is? I don’t know man, you kids and your genders.”
“Ok boomer.” Regina looked up at the waitress as she stepped forward and ordered a chicken Caesar salad and a coke. The absolute second she was done speaking Sarah asked for an egg white omelette with spinach and onions and a cup of coffee. The waitress, who didn’t even get to speak, turned on the heels of her new balance shoes and went to put in the order.
“Idiot. I planned on destroying this girl. You wanted to sniff her fucking..neck. You get that this wasn’t the best way to go about it right?”
“I just figured…like I fell for her because she bullied me? Maybe it would work the other way?”
“Why the fuck?”
“I DONT KNOW IM JUST A KID!”
“Alright. Well here’s the thing. While you will probably never see her again, You did win her over. Maybe she’s not gonna wet your nose or anything but she’s gonna spend the rest of her life knowing that you did what she couldn’t. You mean a lot to her. Even if she’ll never tell you.”
“You think?”
“Sure. I mean I could be wrong. Maybe she thinks you’re just a stupid cunt, but not everyone thinks like me, you know?”
“That’s why I went after that kid. He didn’t just touch anyone, he touched her. And he didn’t even ask. He just did it like he owned her. Like he had the right. I wish I’d have broken his jaw, too.”
“Next time.” Sarah grabbed the coffee as soon as it was set down by the elderly meandering waitress and downed it with a single gulp, using her first breath directly after to ask for more. Regina took a deep sip off her soda, trying to replicate the action but realized due to the carbonation, she’d never pull it off. “So what do I do? Do I write her?”
“No. You grow up, you never see her again. You get a haircut that tells the entire world which crotch variant you go for, and maybe you think of her later. And keep in mind; you can masturbate to her as you know her now up until your 18. After that it’s just creepy.”
A truck driver at the booth behind Regina looked back, but turned away when Sarah met his gaze and threw a handful of sugar packets at him, hissing loudly through her shard-like teeth.
“You think my dad will be upset that I’m, like gay? Like he’s so weird. He’s probably going to disown me.” Regina said this seriously, but Sarah responded with a chuckle. She leaned forward and whispered a little, but not very.
“Idiot. You’re sitting across from the woman who wanted to leave you with a trailer park, meth head, pimp. He’s already disowned you.” Sarah looked out the window at the trucks still stuck in a stalemate of politeness and looked away with a cringe. Sarah looked down at her hands, and her wrists, and her knees which were poking through the holes in the black denim pants she was wearing, and she saw the scars of past mistakes that never would have come to be had she had the guts to do what she wanted when she wanted.
Sarah could spend the rest of her days regretting what others had done to her, for her, in spite of her, and in her name, but she could not spend a single minute more regrettign what she had done or who she’d become. Regret was for people who had doubts. Sarah had a few, and not one of them was about herself.
“My entire life I knew who I was, idiot. I knew. Deep down. I denied it. I tried to keep it hidden. To only let it out in small random bursts. And it did me more harm than good. It didn’t cursh me, per se. But it confined me. Kept me still until I felt stagnate. I would look at myself and tell myself it was working. I was fooling everyone. I was. But I couldn’t fool myself. It’s why when I was in that chair, when they did what they did, part of me felt like I deserved it. Part of me felt like, if I could do this to myself internally, then surely it made perfect sense that someone else did it to me externally. Makes a great villain origin story, you know?” Sarah smirked for a second, but it moved off her lips faster than it had appeared. I don’t give advice often, especially to idiots. but the best I can give you is don’t pretend to be something you’re not. You’ll get tired of it one day. You’ll wake up and the disguise you have to put on to mix with the animals will be heavier than ever and you’ll just put it down and give up on it forever. and then you’ll start to live how you want, and you’ll regret every day you didn’t.”
“Do you regret pretending to be normal that much?”
Sarah paused before responding. Did she really regret not becoming a cartel errand boy, wanted criminal in several states, tortured by enemies and disowned by friends? Did she really wish she could shed the fake skin and thin veil and show the world then, who she was now? Did Sarah Wolf really want to get to being the worlds biggest bitch a day earleir than she had? A deep breath, a bite of food, and a swig of coffee later, and Sarah sat back, rubber her hand against her freshly shaved head, and muttered confidently…
“...every day in my life.”