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vanillajello) wrote2010-01-15 11:47 pm
vanillajello) wrote2010-01-15 11:47 pm
Room 324, Friday Evening
Two weeks and a day ago, on New Year's Eve, around this time, Kate had been dancing with Jason, teasing him and smiling at him, having just apologized to him for being a bitch the day before.
Two weeks and a day ago, around this time, Kate had been feeling like maybe Jason was actually a pretty decent guy to be around.
Exactly a week ago, Kate had been flat on her back on Jason's bed, making out with him after one of those weird fights that were quickly becoming a habit of theirs. Yelling at each other, yelling good things because their combined level of damage didn't allow them to just say them. Trying to keep each other away while saying they wanted each other close.
Exactly a week ago, Kate had just realized that Jason wasn't backing down. He wasn't giving up on her even after she'd shown him pretty much all of her bad sides. He triggered all her defences, triggered all the yelling and the emotionless expressions and the bitchy remarks, and just kept going.
He told her he didn't see a reason to be scared. She told him he could matter to her more than anyone else.
And now they both knew that a lot could happen in a week, and no amount of mattering or not being scared could stop things from getting fucked up.
And now, Jason was in Bon Temps.
And now, Kate was sitting on her bed with her back against the wall. She hadn't been out of the room much since Wednesday. Even though talking to Jack and Hannibal had been a good distraction, she didn't feel like dealing with people. Didn't feel like talking about it all. And she was sure she'd end up talking about it if she went out for any longer period than a quick trip to get something to eat.
When Bobby was around, she tried to act normal – read, draw, listen to music on her iPod – so she wouldn't worry him, but she was pretty sure it wasn't working too well. She knew she was far more subdued than usual, keeping to herself instead of offering cheerfully snarky commentary.
She didn't feel like crying in front of anyone. She'd cried during that last conversation with Jason, yes, but after that only a few tears had escaped her eyes. She fought them back every time they tried to well up.
She kept trying to tell herself that it made no sense, the amount of pain she was in. She didn't really even know all that much about Jason! And hadn't she gone on a date with Warren within the last two weeks, and didn't she still want to go out with him again? Wasn't all this pain and overpowering sadness overdoing it a little for a guy she'd only known for, like, five minutes?
But the thing was that she hadn't had a chance to process anything about what was going on with her and Jason until it was over. It had been somehow violent, the way he'd gotten so close so fast, and it was a lot to take in. She needed to figure out what it actually was that had ended so quickly, before she could let it go. She needed to close herself off. To deal. To hurt.
To stare off into space and pity herself.
[ooc: Establishy, as she won’t open the door for anyone yet, and I need to be in bed soon. Also wow, this came out a lot longer than I expected.]
Two weeks and a day ago, around this time, Kate had been feeling like maybe Jason was actually a pretty decent guy to be around.
Exactly a week ago, Kate had been flat on her back on Jason's bed, making out with him after one of those weird fights that were quickly becoming a habit of theirs. Yelling at each other, yelling good things because their combined level of damage didn't allow them to just say them. Trying to keep each other away while saying they wanted each other close.
Exactly a week ago, Kate had just realized that Jason wasn't backing down. He wasn't giving up on her even after she'd shown him pretty much all of her bad sides. He triggered all her defences, triggered all the yelling and the emotionless expressions and the bitchy remarks, and just kept going.
He told her he didn't see a reason to be scared. She told him he could matter to her more than anyone else.
And now they both knew that a lot could happen in a week, and no amount of mattering or not being scared could stop things from getting fucked up.
And now, Jason was in Bon Temps.
And now, Kate was sitting on her bed with her back against the wall. She hadn't been out of the room much since Wednesday. Even though talking to Jack and Hannibal had been a good distraction, she didn't feel like dealing with people. Didn't feel like talking about it all. And she was sure she'd end up talking about it if she went out for any longer period than a quick trip to get something to eat.
When Bobby was around, she tried to act normal – read, draw, listen to music on her iPod – so she wouldn't worry him, but she was pretty sure it wasn't working too well. She knew she was far more subdued than usual, keeping to herself instead of offering cheerfully snarky commentary.
She didn't feel like crying in front of anyone. She'd cried during that last conversation with Jason, yes, but after that only a few tears had escaped her eyes. She fought them back every time they tried to well up.
She kept trying to tell herself that it made no sense, the amount of pain she was in. She didn't really even know all that much about Jason! And hadn't she gone on a date with Warren within the last two weeks, and didn't she still want to go out with him again? Wasn't all this pain and overpowering sadness overdoing it a little for a guy she'd only known for, like, five minutes?
But the thing was that she hadn't had a chance to process anything about what was going on with her and Jason until it was over. It had been somehow violent, the way he'd gotten so close so fast, and it was a lot to take in. She needed to figure out what it actually was that had ended so quickly, before she could let it go. She needed to close herself off. To deal. To hurt.
To stare off into space and pity herself.
[ooc: Establishy, as she won’t open the door for anyone yet, and I need to be in bed soon. Also wow, this came out a lot longer than I expected.]