Get Out
I should get out of the house. I need to get out of the house. I can't, though. I have to be strong for Dawn. Everyone saw how she was like at the hospital. And then there's all these bills... God, this is so stupid. Bills. How can they tell you someone is dead and then say, "Hey, by the way, we know you can't pay for any of this, but here are some bills for what we couldn't do for your mother. You know, she's dead. The ER people did nothing for her except tell you what you already knew, but here's some bills. Have a nice day."
God, I can't pay for this. Maybe I could ask Giles for a loan... no, he doesn't have a lot of money either. Or maybe he does. I can't remember. Why can't I remember? I can't remember anything.
The funeral. I barely remember that. A few of Mom's friends, mainly my friends, and Angel popping up once it got dark enough. Did I talk or say anything? If I did, did it sound wise-woman-like? Probably not. It probably sounded.... Buffy-like.
I think a funeral is what she wanted, from the few talks I had with Mom before the operation just... just in case. I mean, there wasn't a Will. (Or is it will with a lowercase "w"? Can I even talk to Willow now and use that nickname, or am I always going to be reminded of that word?)
I have to be strong for Dawn. I have to be strong for my sister. She's depending on me; everyone's depending on me. I know Giles said the gang would take over patrolling for a bit, so that's good. One less thing to worry about.
This can't be my house. It was Mom's. Is Mom's. Still is Mom's.
Her bedroom is still her bedroom and I'm not moving in there.
I should get out of here, though. I mean, this is where I found my mother dead on the couch. Maybe I should buy a new couch? Oh, wait, no, I can't, there's hospital bills and the ER bills and funeral bills... and I don't have a job. Not one that pays, anyway.
It's horrible, this feeling right now. Like I'm numb. Like someone has taken a stake and rammed it through my own heart, only I won't turn to dust because I'm human so it's still just bleeding out out out, not stopping, not ever, and I have to keep moving.
How lame is it that I'm using vampire metaphors to talk about what it's like to find out my mother is dead? Seriously, there's something wrong with me.
( Everybody wants to help. I don't even know if I'm... here. I don't know what's going on. Never done this. That's just an amazingly dumb thing to say. Obviously... I've never done this before. )
Muse: Buffy Summers
Fandom: BtVS
Word Count: 1,202 (not including direct quotes)
OOC: This prompt reply takes place during the episode Forever, and is dedicated to the mun's late mother.
God, I can't pay for this. Maybe I could ask Giles for a loan... no, he doesn't have a lot of money either. Or maybe he does. I can't remember. Why can't I remember? I can't remember anything.
The funeral. I barely remember that. A few of Mom's friends, mainly my friends, and Angel popping up once it got dark enough. Did I talk or say anything? If I did, did it sound wise-woman-like? Probably not. It probably sounded.... Buffy-like.
I think a funeral is what she wanted, from the few talks I had with Mom before the operation just... just in case. I mean, there wasn't a Will. (Or is it will with a lowercase "w"? Can I even talk to Willow now and use that nickname, or am I always going to be reminded of that word?)
I have to be strong for Dawn. I have to be strong for my sister. She's depending on me; everyone's depending on me. I know Giles said the gang would take over patrolling for a bit, so that's good. One less thing to worry about.
This can't be my house. It was Mom's. Is Mom's. Still is Mom's.
Her bedroom is still her bedroom and I'm not moving in there.
I should get out of here, though. I mean, this is where I found my mother dead on the couch. Maybe I should buy a new couch? Oh, wait, no, I can't, there's hospital bills and the ER bills and funeral bills... and I don't have a job. Not one that pays, anyway.
It's horrible, this feeling right now. Like I'm numb. Like someone has taken a stake and rammed it through my own heart, only I won't turn to dust because I'm human so it's still just bleeding out out out, not stopping, not ever, and I have to keep moving.
How lame is it that I'm using vampire metaphors to talk about what it's like to find out my mother is dead? Seriously, there's something wrong with me.
( Everybody wants to help. I don't even know if I'm... here. I don't know what's going on. Never done this. That's just an amazingly dumb thing to say. Obviously... I've never done this before. )
Muse: Buffy Summers
Fandom: BtVS
Word Count: 1,202 (not including direct quotes)
OOC: This prompt reply takes place during the episode Forever, and is dedicated to the mun's late mother.