Post by Catherine Thomas on Jul 21, 2008 12:29:41 GMT -5
Catherine Thomas walked in the door of her apartment with her sleeping daughter on her shoulder. She turned around and shut the door behind her, careful not to wake Lily up. She walked down the dark hallway of the apartment into Lily's room. Carefully, she put her on her bed, not bothering to change her into her nightgown. It would be too much of a hassle, and she could run the risk of waking her up.
Cat brushed a stray curl behind her ear as she bent over and kissed Lily's smooth cheek. Lily was her life, her joy, that was the only reason why she was living. Catherine was determined to make sure Lily's life was better than hers, and she wanted to give Lily the life her mother dreamed of Cat having. Catherine walked out of Lily's room, and down to the living room. She grabbed a shawl off of the couch, and opened the window that led to the fire escape. She put the woolen shawl around her shoulders before the cold air could reach her.
Outside it was somewhat peaceful, there would be a few noises such as a cat running into a garbage can, or a dog barking. She sat down on the cold metal of the fire escape and leaned her head against the brick wall of the apartment. This was her favorite time, and her favorite place. Everything was so peaceful, and calm, it reminded her of when she was younger, and she didn't have a care in the world. That was gone now, her carefree attitude left when she was nineteen. He took my childhood in his stride, but he was gone when autumn came.
This time of year was her favorite, and least favorite at the same time. She loved watching the leaves change, and feel the air get cold. But it brought a haunting sense to her, it reminded her of when she was stupid enough to go spend a summer with a man she hardly knew. She was stupid enough to believe his lies every night, and she was stupid enough to fall in love with him. Love was a pointless thing to her now, there was no one out there for her. She had to spend her life alone, in the cold just watching her daughter grow up. Soon she would be leaving to get married, and that would probably be the last time Catherine ever saw Lily.
She shivered, being out in the cold for so long probably wasn't very good for her. She walked back inside, and shut the window now noticing there was a draft in the apartment. Catherine sighed, she could barely take care of her own apartment. She still held the shawl around her thin, bony shoulders as she walked into the kitchen. She needed something warm to drink, a nice cup of hot tea would do nicely. She got the teapot out, along with the things she needed to make it. Reminding herself how long it would be before the tea was ready, she looked over at the mantle clock "10:12" it read. She counted how many minutes it would be before the tea was ready, then she realized the counting was useless because the whistle would go off.
Catherine walked back into her living room, and sat down on the couch, wrapping the shawl around her again. She looked at the newspaper on her coffee table, and read the headline; "Governor's Daughter to Be Wed Soon". She rolled her eyes, the little boy who sold her the paper lied. He said that the Governor's daughter was dying from an unknown disease. Oh well, she probably helped the little boy buy something to eat, he had another day to live now.
She brought her knees up to her chin, and thought. The one question that kept haunting her was what if she didn't go spend the summer with him two years ago? Would she be in this mess, having a daughter, and always having to sneak around? Or would she be living better, and would have found someone that she loved? She shivered, she couldn't imagine life without her daughter, she was the only reason Catherine wanted to live. She was the only reason why she woke up in the morning, and endured the day. She was the...
The whistle of the teapot cut her off of her thoughts. She stood up, and went over to the kitchen to fix her tea. However, she was interrupted by a knock at the door. She jumped about a mile, who would be at her apartment this late?
Cat brushed a stray curl behind her ear as she bent over and kissed Lily's smooth cheek. Lily was her life, her joy, that was the only reason why she was living. Catherine was determined to make sure Lily's life was better than hers, and she wanted to give Lily the life her mother dreamed of Cat having. Catherine walked out of Lily's room, and down to the living room. She grabbed a shawl off of the couch, and opened the window that led to the fire escape. She put the woolen shawl around her shoulders before the cold air could reach her.
Outside it was somewhat peaceful, there would be a few noises such as a cat running into a garbage can, or a dog barking. She sat down on the cold metal of the fire escape and leaned her head against the brick wall of the apartment. This was her favorite time, and her favorite place. Everything was so peaceful, and calm, it reminded her of when she was younger, and she didn't have a care in the world. That was gone now, her carefree attitude left when she was nineteen. He took my childhood in his stride, but he was gone when autumn came.
This time of year was her favorite, and least favorite at the same time. She loved watching the leaves change, and feel the air get cold. But it brought a haunting sense to her, it reminded her of when she was stupid enough to go spend a summer with a man she hardly knew. She was stupid enough to believe his lies every night, and she was stupid enough to fall in love with him. Love was a pointless thing to her now, there was no one out there for her. She had to spend her life alone, in the cold just watching her daughter grow up. Soon she would be leaving to get married, and that would probably be the last time Catherine ever saw Lily.
She shivered, being out in the cold for so long probably wasn't very good for her. She walked back inside, and shut the window now noticing there was a draft in the apartment. Catherine sighed, she could barely take care of her own apartment. She still held the shawl around her thin, bony shoulders as she walked into the kitchen. She needed something warm to drink, a nice cup of hot tea would do nicely. She got the teapot out, along with the things she needed to make it. Reminding herself how long it would be before the tea was ready, she looked over at the mantle clock "10:12" it read. She counted how many minutes it would be before the tea was ready, then she realized the counting was useless because the whistle would go off.
Catherine walked back into her living room, and sat down on the couch, wrapping the shawl around her again. She looked at the newspaper on her coffee table, and read the headline; "Governor's Daughter to Be Wed Soon". She rolled her eyes, the little boy who sold her the paper lied. He said that the Governor's daughter was dying from an unknown disease. Oh well, she probably helped the little boy buy something to eat, he had another day to live now.
She brought her knees up to her chin, and thought. The one question that kept haunting her was what if she didn't go spend the summer with him two years ago? Would she be in this mess, having a daughter, and always having to sneak around? Or would she be living better, and would have found someone that she loved? She shivered, she couldn't imagine life without her daughter, she was the only reason Catherine wanted to live. She was the only reason why she woke up in the morning, and endured the day. She was the...
The whistle of the teapot cut her off of her thoughts. She stood up, and went over to the kitchen to fix her tea. However, she was interrupted by a knock at the door. She jumped about a mile, who would be at her apartment this late?
