you've got a piece of me [wicca]

[skye romany lewis]

And honestly

My life would suck without you

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Skye sat at her dressing table and ran her hands through her wavy blonde hair, surveying herself in the mirror. Skye wasn’t one to worry about her appearance much- when she was on a high at least she was too confident and absorbed in life to put much thought into how she looked. She enjoyed wearing makeup though, more as a show of artistic expression than of a mask or cover up. She loved bright colours and clashing shades and so to compliment her bright eyeshadow, picked up a scarlet red lipstick and applied it relatively neatly, pouting her lips out at the mirror before replacing the lid and moving her attentions onto her phone.

”Honey, free house, I’m all yours, bring something funky. Love you x” she typed quickly, her fingers almost blurring and yet still managing to ensure the text was spelt correctly. Skye scrolled down her address book until she reached Wicca and hit send, putting the phone back on the table to wait for a reply or for Wicca to just turn up. In the meantime, Skye stood up and switched on her ipod dock and began to flick through the huge range of songs she kept in her music library. There was dance music, rock music, drum and bass, techno. Skye enjoyed so many different types of song that it was difficult to classify her style. Eventually she settled on the feel good Mr Brightside and turned the volume up high as she twirled around to the song, singing loudly and without a care in the world.

Jittery though without anything specific to do, Skye went back to her dressing table and took a cigarette from the packet which lay discarded on top of piles of cosmetics. She clutched the cigarette between her crimson lips and lit it up, taking a deep drag and blowing out a long trail of smoke which she watched with curiosity through the mirror. Holding onto the cigarette tightly between her lips, Skye began to rummage through the rubbish she kept in her dresser until she found a bright pink nail polish. Despite her hands shaking with nervous energy, she began to carefully coat each nail in the lurid colour, taking short breaks to remove the cigarette from her mouth to breath out the hot smoke she carried on inhaling.

Resisting the temptation to take anything before her friend arrived, Skye moved over to the window and sat down on the ledge. Her hands still shook as she watched with quiet impatience for some sort of news or appearance from Wicca. Having little to no sense of fear, Skye opened up the window and dangled her legs out precariously into the open air, slumping against the wall so she could continue to observe for signs of life in the darkness outside.

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[wicca autumn diesira]

Wicca was really getting tired of spending all of her time with these lame ass poser chicks that claim to be Goth grunge rockers but truly were nothing but rich girls that were desperate for attention and it was rather obnoxious. In this town she only had two or three real friends and that included her little sister Arwen that she rarely got to spend any time with but Skye was the one she was practically conjoined at the hip with because they both liked to do drugs and avoid their realities with each other and often discuss each other’s issues with the other and it was only recently where Wic opened up about her worst secret; the fact she had been fighting bulimia for the past seven years and no one in her family seemed to care anymore because she told herself that everyday while in truth she was in desperate need for her mother’s care and her older brother’s love again but she was not going to fight them for it.

For the past week Wicca had been on a drinking and coke binge while crashing at random people’s houses since she did not have to go home to answer to anyone but a lonesome cat and puppy in a small one bedroom apartment that really needed to be cleaned by now but since she had a very nice old lady as a neighbor she’d go by and feed her animals when she wasn’t there but she did frown opon Wic’s lifestyle and lectured her like a grandmother would and treated her like her own. Poor Wic was finally home and was sitting at the kitchen counter writing a new song to clear her head when her cell phone went off, it was a text from her dear old buddy Skye inviting her over to hang out which made her smile. She jumped up automatically and began to get dressed before she grabbed her keys to rush out the door towards her best friend’s crib.

She was behind the wheel in no time driving down the road listening to spice girls with a cigarette dangling out of the side of the her mouth as she turned onto a familiar street. She could not help but think about her old rehab counselor whenever this song came on because it was always something he sang to her whenever she cried and tell her she was beautiful and sweet but never believing him. Skye actually treated her a lot like that and it was always something that had her smile which was always a hard thing to do.By the time she pulled up in front of the house she was actually peppy for once and ran up to the door and knocked on it to get her friend’s attention.


WORDS;468
TAG; Skye aka Jennie <3
MUSE; Spice girls and Evanescence
MUSIC; give me Novocaine by green day
outfit;click
CREDIT; thavron @ caution

[skye romany lewis]

And honestly

My life would suck without you

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Skye swung her legs gently from her vantage point on the window ledge, watching the goings on in her street with a sense of childish curiosity. The mean looking tom cat stalking its way down the pavement to guard others off its territory, the flickers of tv screens from behind living room curtains. Skye found herself wondering in her wait what sort of lives these people in her road really led. It was so easy for humans to hide things, to put on a front to cover up the truth. Her mind flickered back to thoughts of Wicca, and the massive secret she had confided in Skye so recently. She tried her best, Skye would always try her best for her friends, but when it came to deep psychological stuff she was, in all honesty, a little rubbish. It seems that when your own mind is so fucked up it becomes difficult to provide others with any advice on how to sort out their own mental health issues. Wicca’s issues still troubled her though, and to know her friend was hurting so badly was a difficult thought to push to the back of her mind.

Maybe she couldn’t do advice, but Skye could do support in the form of fun, love and hugs. Her naturally trusting and loving persona would frequently get her into sticky situations but sometimes, such as when your closest friend is breaking down with the pain of revealing their innermost secrets, that cuddly nature seems to come in handy. Suddenly Skye was snapped out of her thoughts by the gentle growl of a car engine. She turned and found herself grinning at the sight of her friend’s car rolling down the street. Twisting her body back inside the room, Skye slid off the ledge and began to make her way downstairs, still clinging on to her half smoked cigarette.

Hearing Wicca’s knock as she was halfway down the stairs, Skye quickened her pace, half running and half skipping the remaining steps to the front door. ”Wicca” she beamed upon opening the door, wrapping her arms around her friend in a huge hug. Hugging when both participants were holding onto cigarettes was always a tricky pursuit, requiring careful manoeuvring from both sides to avoid singed hair. These two seemed pretty good at it though- lucky really, when they spend a considerable amount of their time with a smoke clutched between their lips or fingers.

They were an unlikely pairing- the dark gothic princess and the mad hippy chick, but questions had never really been raised. Perhaps it didn’t really mattered how they looked, they were brought together through the fact they were both slightly mentally off-centre outcasts. ”Let’s get the party started” she grinned, letting go of Wicca and ushering her inside. A party should maybe have more than two participants, but when it was two girls who could party so hard, it probably didn’t matter. Getting completely off their faces was their game, and tonight they were going to play it well.

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