Backwash
It's been a while, but I keep thinking that this story is not dead... it goes back quite a few entries
She let the door slam behind her walking into the foyer, then seeing her reflection she parked in front of the mirror. She started making intense expressions with her brows raised roof high and lips turned down towards the floor; wearing her anger and deprecation with childlike tantrums in the mirror. Emmy was just about to let out a scream, a punch, anything tangible� when Lauren slid into view, behind her own reflection and over her shoulder. �You are such a spaz, I hope your face gets stuck like that.� Emmy had exhausted all her words, she felt bereft of everything but anger; she contorted her face into the ugliest scowl she could muster and ascended the stairs.
She slept through dinner, not that she wanted to eat dinner with her mother and sister anyways. Just before ten she crept downstairs into the kitchen and opened the heavy airtight doors on the fridge; she just stood there looking at the condiments, the raw vegetables and the sliced yellow cheese� she reached for the orange juice and drank it right out of the jug. Lauren�s voice nearly made her choke on the OJ� she hated that Lauren always seemed to see the stupid things she did� �That is disgusting, I don�t want your backwash� besides its late, what are you doing raiding the fridge?� Emmy snapped back, �I am not raiding the fridge, I didn�t eat dinner, leave me alone!�� �Jesus aren�t we a little sensitive and immature tonight� I don�t care if you want to get fat or be a total slob, just don�t expect me to drink that orange juice with your nasty backwash in it�� �Now who is immature�� Emmy snapped back, immediately regretting the snotty teenage tone her voice took on, she wished she could just keep her mouth shut and not dig her holes any deeper than they already were.
Lauren broke her trail of thought� �Oh how was your doctor�s appointment, maybe you should tell them about how irritable you are, or that you sleep all the time.� �Oh good god, mom can�t keep her fat mouth shut can she? I wouldn�t even have told her if it weren�t for the fact that I have no insurance..� Lauren interjected, �yeah well you have no job so�� Emmy wanted to spit in her face right there, but she also wanted to sink into the floor- knowing too well the validity of Lauren�s barbs. She just stood there silently for a moment grasping for a coherent thought� �I don�t think I will be going back, so it doesn�t really make a difference anyways, mind your own business- I don�t ask you stupid questions.�
Emmy looked at the floor, the same floor she wished were quicksand and would swallow her up, as she headed back up the stairs to call Kristen in Pittsburg. She didn�t really want to call Kristen, she always ended up regretting their talks in the end, but the need for comfort, attention, anything really� got the better of her� again.
this is where the story starts