Regret Is For Suckas
Name's Imogene. I don't suppose there's much to tell, not a lot for you to know. But don't be shy; I won't bite...much.___________________________
I'm not perfect.
I spend my time alone.
I get bored fast.
I don't answer my phone.
I wake up too late.
I tell little white lies.
God knows I drink too much.
And I have secrets I still hide...
(Source: fuckyeahpunkjackets, via juliussevern-deactivated2012122)
Visiting Hours || Adam and Imogene
He nodded, “Well its great some times, but when I was leaving for college, she hid my car keys, and wallet because she didn’t want me to go.” He laughed at the memory. He knew he had a very loving mom, and he wouldn’t trade her for the world. She was all she had in life, he one constant thing. Girlfriends came and went, as did his dad, she was always going to love him even when he explored who he was a bit. She in his opinion deserved the mom of the year award, four times over.A nurse came in, and quickly asked about his pain level, which was still high. Even with the cast, Michael had a crushing grip, literally. It completely shattered his wrist to multiple little pieces. His wrist as full of bone fragments instead of the little bitty bones. She told him tomorrow he would be going through a procedure, to piece the bones back together, he paled, great. Something else to have his mom, and who knew who else would worry about. She pumped some more morphine into his IV, and he knew he would be getting tired in about an hour. “So how have you been?” he asked. He just wanted to get the conversation off him.
Imogene laughed some at the short memory. That was interesting; she thought she would probably find it more annoying than interesting if someone hid the keys to her bike, but maybe that was just because of the relationship she had had with her own parents growing up. Who knew, Adam seemed to speak of it fondly enough. When the nurse came in she fell silent to let her work, watching closely. He didn’t seem too happy about the mentioned procedure, but then again who would be?
“Oh, mostly fine. Dallas is… Well, it’s a lot more interesting here than any other place I’ve lived,” she replied to his question. Interesting was a word for it. Crazy, fucking insane, those would work, too. But she would stick with interesting. At least it wasn’t completely boring.
(Source: funnylittlegothgirl)
I feel sick.
No. I’m just gonna have to stick this one out.
Feel better then… Let me know if I can do anything.
I feel sick.
You look sick, dude. What’s going on?
Don’t know, just a lot of pain in my stomach.
And I would guess you’re not gonna be going back to a hospital of your own free will anytime soon?
I feel sick.
You look sick, dude. What’s going on?
I don’t know many of you.
Although I don’t exactly plan on staying in Dallas.
No? Why not, it’s getting interesting…
Visiting Hours || Adam and Imogene
Adam smiled, “No clue how to tell her about this though, just short of showing her.” He laughed, “She’s one of those coddling types, that and being a nurse, an injury no matter how small becomes the world ending to her.” It was true, he was a boy so injuries were normal, but his mom did have a tendencies to over-exaggerate things like that. Like that time he came home from school with a black eye, because another person made fun of him for not having a dad, she just about went ballistic, but then again the reasoning probably had something to do with it too.Adam tensed again, but he didn’t let it show. “My fathers. We have a strange family dynamic. I had my mom, and he had John. I don’t even consider the guy my dad really.” And there he went, he just said the name of his dad. He was digging himself into one deep hole.
She chuckled along with him. That sounded tedious, compared to how Imogene’s relationship with her mother had been. “I can’t say I know how that feels, having a coddling mother,” she told him honestly. Hers had been more distant. It probably didn’t help, of course, that she had at some point stopped trying to pull her mother closer and had instead started pushing her away.
When Adam spoke about his father, she nodded. That part she could see, though she was sure it was in a different way. Her own father… Well, it was a good thing he was long gone. But there, she had another name. John. She would have to remember these, maybe write them down or something until she got a chance to look into them.
(Source: funnylittlegothgirl)
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