Lenore

Chapter One

'They bring me down, so'

Silk-like, white and light purple covered bed, as Lenen laid and shifted against the sheets in a small, bored discomfort. Her light blonde hair settled beneath her like a soft, gentle web of sorts, and her weight kept her planted down in her own, sticky laziness spun like spider's thread. Lenore Watcher, or 'Lenen', as she was often called (and it was her middle name, too) is such a girl. Like, really. She is 'that girl' combined with some other things that need not be mentioned yet, because everyone already knows who 'that girl' is. It's customary. Covered in a purely white dress with a silver line across and a bit poofy below, she did indeed keep there. It was night... early morning even, maybe. But she wouldn't check. She just knew that it was dark from her room's window, and that was enough for her. A slightly pale hand extended with a grumbling stretch, and grasped at a box. One attempt, no; fingers touching. Second attempt strikes yes, and a pull. But it wasn't just an ordinary box... and hardly even a box at all! (although, one could argue... not her, though.) Grabbing at the portable cassette player that was in an almost similarly strung, thrown position as she was, she latched and pulled with a small sigh. Earphones in, she pressed, and leaned back. **PLAY ▶** ... *Our frank and open* *deep conversations* Her foot waggled lightly. *they get me nowhere* *they bring me down, so* Lenen's fingers moved, on one hand only. *give it a rest, won't you?* They started snapping at the air beside her. *give me a cigarette* *God give me patience* *just no more conversation* She started singing along occasionally. "*Give us a drink* *and make it quick* *or else I'm gonna be sick* *sick all over*" *your frankly vulgar* *red pullover* "*now see how the colours blend*" "*Our frank and open* *deep conversations* *they get me nowhere* *they just bring me down, so* *give it a rest, won't you?* *now will you just give over* *the world may be ending* *but look, I'm only human*" Then, she just *downed* the rest easily. "*So give us a drink* *and make it quick* *or else I'm gonna be sick* *all over* *your frankly vulgar* *red pullover* *now see how the two colours blend* *my friend* *won't somebody...* *Won't somebody stop me* *from thinking, from thinking all the time* *about everything* *Oh, somebody* *From thinking all the time* *so deeply* *so bleakly* *So bleakly all the time* *About everything?* *Somebody stop me* *From thinking* *From thinking all the time* *So bleakly, so bleakly* *From thinking all the time*" ... The rest of it played out. She breathed lightly, with a small pant. Okay, not so easy then... she thought, yet still managed. Lenore's other hand was up in the air, firmly. Fingers all seemingly pointing to the ceiling. **STOP ■** The music had stopped already, but... just in case. She took out her earphones, and the wires laid there again just as she did, along with the device. "God..." She said, covering her hands over her eyes tiredly. ***LENORE*** Lenore got up, slowly, her hair falling prey to the gravity with a floof, moving about with her own movement. She wanted to see her mother again. And she had decided to do just that. She got up, ambition fighting her tiredness with cold sweated, hot hands like a boxing match between the two entities. She gave another long stretch, almost like a cat, and proceeded to go outside of her room. Rubbing at her eyes (she was always told by her parents not to do that), she idly closed the door and went downstairs. The house was a quiet stir. An empty hush, thwarted by only the creaking of the ancient wood beneath her bare feet and all around her. It was a very big house... but it was mostly dark and lonely looking, regardless of how big it was. Or so Lenen thought. It was really dark, though. No one had seemed to turn on the lights. She could feel some slight dust beneath her feet, along the stairway as she went down it firmly; dress dangling like a princess. Her ocean blue eyes scanned the house. Her father's study, as she could see from just near the doorway where she stood, had the familiar, yellow lights on fairly bright, but it was closed up. Whenever it was closed, he always told her that was the sign of 'not to bother him', unless it was an emergency. Jerk... but she did admire her father. The love she sought for so desperately from him was only rarely ever given though. Or maybe that was just what she thought, again. She was rather fussy, and a bit obsessive over the simplest of things after all. Also, a natural drama-queen when she felt it. "Enough," She scolded, with a brushing off gesture of her hand to no one, warding away the voices in her head reminding her of some of these things. She could feel her imperfections as she walked, and her weariness take shape and hide within her shadow when she was looking, so she couldn't grab at it and go for a strangle. What a shame. Lenore at least knew her way around the house though. She didn't even have to look much from her drearily wanted-to-be-shut eyes. 'The mirror', she thought involuntarily. Walking into the also vacant living room, it seemed that (lucky her!) she was only greeted by the tired looking, usual furniture as well in the house. They knew her, and she also knew them since birth, and beyond. Great. The antique-looking, shining mirror through the moonlight of the room entering held quite the expression. A tired Lenore; standing there to the black, hard decorative work that wrapped around the wall and stuck on it like a parasite, making it stay there for years without move, really. She could remember it being in the same spot since she was a child, but... she was always shy of it, and her mother. A deep breath, in... and out. Then, she stepped inside.