oh my, oh dear
"George, they're fighting again. Could you help me out here?"
"Wanna go outside?"
"I don't know...the rain looks really heavy."
"Better than being in this toxic environment."
"That's valid."
James Jean ~
Plant
Ophelia didn't like it when George was too busy to talk to her. She felt empty as if a piece of her goes missing every time he leaves.
She hated being in the house, the smell of cigarettes and the sticky and humid air. Alone. Alone. Alone.
She hated her father. How he'd come back from work and unleash his anger towards her mother and beat Ophelia up after.
She hated her mother. How she'd cower in fear of her own husband, standing in the corner as she watched him burn bruises into Ophelia's skin.
She hated herself. How she was unable to fight against him, how she was such a disappointment because of her disgusting disease, how she felt like a worthless piece of shit. Alone. Alone. Alone.
Christine Wu ~
Small Talk Makes Me Wanna Die
"You were right. That was a terrible idea."
"Why did you make me do it, George? You're such an asshole!"
"Oh come on O, don't be such a brat. You're the one who can't socialize properly. It's not my fault you can't talk to save your own life."
"I hate you."
"Well isn't that just such a mature thing to say. It's not like any of them favored your wonderful presence. In fact, I think I heard one of the girls calling you a retard."
"Shut up!"
"She even wondered whether your disorder was contagious, and how your kind shouldn't even exist."
Jenny Holzer ~
YOU ARE TRAPPED ON THE EARTH SO YOU WILL EXPLODE
What was she worth? Nothing. She crashed her head into the mirror repeatedly, relishing the pain as warm droplets of blood started to drip from her forehead.
The pain had no value to her, after getting beaten up so much by her father, she was close to becoming numb. Why did she have this cursed disorder? What if she didn't have it at all? Would life turn out different for her?
Maybe her parents would have been happier, maybe George would have someone more fun to be around with, maybe the new Ophelia would be able to make everyone around her fall under her charming spell. Maybe the new Ophelia wouldn't be worthless.
Ophelia glared at her, this new girl she created and scratched her in the face, screaming so loud, the thin walls of the toilet shook.
James Jean ~
Neither Home nor Joy
"She felt the soft wind whip her hair against her face as she looked at her feet dangling 25 meters above the water. Her mind was the clearest it has ever been in years. She could feel herself smiling at the thought.
"I love you, Ophelia. I always have. You know that right?"
The smile that Ophelia gave to George was one of pure bliss.
"I love you too George."
The two sat silently side by side on the railing of the bridge, like angels hovering above the glistening water. The sound of cars on the road as well as the soft crash of waves blown by the gentle breeze made Ophelia calm. She looked down once more.
"Are you sure its safe to go in there?"
"Positive."
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