black hole

by doodleishere

Summary:

Nadine makes it to twenty-four. Then she makes it to twenty-five.

Notes:

i have never done a drabble before so this was a fun exercise in writing and in working through something intentionally in a small space

She is twenty-four, and she is still that wildfire, that star swallowed into a black hole, that seventeen-year-old too selfish and stupid to recognize a different kind of love until it hit her dead in the face in her brother’s arms in the middle of the night. She is twenty-four, and she is thirteen in a car on the side of a road. She is twenty-four, and then, in the dim passage of a day, she is twenty-five.

Breathe, she thinks. Breathe, Nadine, you motherfucker, breathe.

Feet on the stairs. Back to the wall. Five senses, ready to count.

Breathe.

Notes:

i have been having a rough go of it lately due to my own birthday incoming but i watched the edge of seventeen again for the first time in years and nadine i say this from my heart: you deserve a bpd diagnosis and some lamictal baby girl it will do wonders