Flying Higher than the Clouds
It's kind of hard being the only person in the family who actually cares what happens to one another. Lucy's mother didn't care what she did - well, she didn't know what she was doing. And then there was James. The caring brother who cared too much.
"I do what I want." Lucy sneered, the numbing effects of the alcohol already taking it's toll on her skinny body.
James didn't know what was happening. His own baby sister, the only person who he actually cared about.
"Yeah? You do what you want?" He began to pace then, circling her. "Have fun ending up like mum. Pleasing men just to get through the next day? How terribly glamourous."
"I do what I want." Lucy sneered, the numbing effects of the alcohol already taking it's toll on her skinny body.
James didn't know what was happening. His own baby sister, the only person who he actually cared about.
"Yeah? You do what you want?" He began to pace then, circling her. "Have fun ending up like mum. Pleasing men just to get through the next day? How terribly glamourous."