breannalayne
05-03-2010, 01:19 PM
I just started writing last night. I don't know where to go with this, but this was kind of like type vomit? Like word vomit? Ha. All I know, is I liked it. And I want to keep going with it, I just don't know where to go.
I never did much care for the rain. Growing up in this dreary town; however, you were either used to it, and didn't mind it, or you had already or were working on killing yourself. I was one of the odd ones, I disliked it, but it never got to the point of killing me. When I was young, I heard all kinds of stories about people I knew offing themselves. It's like it was so common here, that no one took the time of day anymore to grieve those lost. But anyway, that's not where I want to go with this story. I was born and raised in a small town outside of Seattle, Washington. My dad had owned some land out in the boonies, and after his battle with consistent heath issues , I had finally decided to come back after six years. I moved out of my parents house when I was 17 years old. Not that I didn't like my parents, I just felt that I could be happier on my own. And that is why I moved to sunny California. For the first year, I lived with some coke addict and a stripper. Those were some real people. Living on 23 acres, I didn't really meet a whole bunch of real people. Anyway, their names were Coleton and Misti. They had been living together for a few years now, and decided that taking me in couldn't hurt any. I met Misti my third day there. She stopped me on my way back to my hotel to ask me if I had a lighter. We ended up having an in depth conversation about the city, and she asked me if I wanted to stay with her. I couldn't refuse her offer. So we became very close, very fast. She was one of my best friends, I guess you could say. We would go to clubs on the weekends, and go shopping during the day. She was even there when I got pregnant. I don't remember much of the night, thanks to the LSD and the five or six gin and tonics. But sure enough, four weeks later, I found out I was pregnant. Luckily, Misti remembered the night better than I did, and told me that I had slept with a guy she used to bartend with. His name was Bryan, and he was now bartending to celebrities at a really nice Hollywood club. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to have some random guy's baby, but at the same time, I couldn't ever bring myself to get an abortion; it was just not how I was raised.
I'm thinking that she'll have the baby? Or that she'll lose it? I need HELP!! It is obviously more of a darker, more blunt story, so it's okay if s*** happens. ha! feedback me.
I never did much care for the rain. Growing up in this dreary town; however, you were either used to it, and didn't mind it, or you had already or were working on killing yourself. I was one of the odd ones, I disliked it, but it never got to the point of killing me. When I was young, I heard all kinds of stories about people I knew offing themselves. It's like it was so common here, that no one took the time of day anymore to grieve those lost. But anyway, that's not where I want to go with this story. I was born and raised in a small town outside of Seattle, Washington. My dad had owned some land out in the boonies, and after his battle with consistent heath issues , I had finally decided to come back after six years. I moved out of my parents house when I was 17 years old. Not that I didn't like my parents, I just felt that I could be happier on my own. And that is why I moved to sunny California. For the first year, I lived with some coke addict and a stripper. Those were some real people. Living on 23 acres, I didn't really meet a whole bunch of real people. Anyway, their names were Coleton and Misti. They had been living together for a few years now, and decided that taking me in couldn't hurt any. I met Misti my third day there. She stopped me on my way back to my hotel to ask me if I had a lighter. We ended up having an in depth conversation about the city, and she asked me if I wanted to stay with her. I couldn't refuse her offer. So we became very close, very fast. She was one of my best friends, I guess you could say. We would go to clubs on the weekends, and go shopping during the day. She was even there when I got pregnant. I don't remember much of the night, thanks to the LSD and the five or six gin and tonics. But sure enough, four weeks later, I found out I was pregnant. Luckily, Misti remembered the night better than I did, and told me that I had slept with a guy she used to bartend with. His name was Bryan, and he was now bartending to celebrities at a really nice Hollywood club. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to have some random guy's baby, but at the same time, I couldn't ever bring myself to get an abortion; it was just not how I was raised.
I'm thinking that she'll have the baby? Or that she'll lose it? I need HELP!! It is obviously more of a darker, more blunt story, so it's okay if s*** happens. ha! feedback me.