sophia murphy (
astherainscome) wrote2011-10-29 10:00 pm
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There are days Sophia Murphy doesn't leave her apartment. Some days it's all just too much, and the real world is too big for her to exist in. In the solace of her apartment she doesn't have to meet people, or avoid their eyes, or touch them. In her little space she can be completely alone. She likes being alone.
Today though she's getting a little antsy with being alone in her apartment, and she has decided to venture out. She pulls her thick leather jacket on over her t-shirt and jeans, then slides her feet into her boots. Somehow these are a comfort to her. They help her feel protected and safe when nothing else does.
Sophia knows her father is in New York, and she knows that he wants to see her, but she doesn't want to see him. She doesn't want to talk to him. She's tired of his reasons and excuses. It's always about him and his pain and his drinking, and she's tired of it. She knows what it feels like to want to drink all of the pain and memories away, but she doesn't because of him.
So today she is leaving her apartment, her anxiety and worries aside. She's walking through the city with her arms tight around herself, and she's finding her way to a local art fair. She'll wander around and look at things, maybe look for someone she knows. Mostly she's just there trying to put herself in the real world.
Today though she's getting a little antsy with being alone in her apartment, and she has decided to venture out. She pulls her thick leather jacket on over her t-shirt and jeans, then slides her feet into her boots. Somehow these are a comfort to her. They help her feel protected and safe when nothing else does.
Sophia knows her father is in New York, and she knows that he wants to see her, but she doesn't want to see him. She doesn't want to talk to him. She's tired of his reasons and excuses. It's always about him and his pain and his drinking, and she's tired of it. She knows what it feels like to want to drink all of the pain and memories away, but she doesn't because of him.
So today she is leaving her apartment, her anxiety and worries aside. She's walking through the city with her arms tight around herself, and she's finding her way to a local art fair. She'll wander around and look at things, maybe look for someone she knows. Mostly she's just there trying to put herself in the real world.
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"I'm okay," she says. Just okay, but okay is something. "How long are you in the city? Is Chicago good?"
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"Chicago's great. Crazy, but great. I'll be here for a week at least, though. Maybe longer. I don't think we've decided yet," she says with a grin. "We'll have to steal you away for a day or two, though."
Or just come visit and stay in with her. She doesn't really care what they do, she just wants to spend time with her.
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"I bet your family is happy to see you," she says. She knows she is. "Who knows, maybe you'll decide that you just can't bear to be away from any of us." And her small smile turns into a teasing grin.
This is why Abby is good for her. She can get silly and teasing around her.