Hey Soul Sister

Eveleen felt like she was drowning in her own skin. She needed to leave for the day, to get out of her apartment, to just  . . . just not think for bit. And not think she did, for if she had Eveleen would have  she'd of remembered the matinee did not take place on Sundays. However, Eveleen in her franticness to get out of her home and far away from the destructive nature of her mother Mary, had come all the way to the Whyndam. What a waste of money and time, how stupid of her. Stupid girl, stupid girl.

Pulling a hand through her thick dark hair, Eveleen debated going back to the car, but that was technically Mary's car and she wanted no part of her mother today. That woman was killing herself and she liked it! She knew what she was doing  and she wouldn't stop, not even for Eveleen. Men and pills and drinks all came before Eveleen, but was the witch really that surprised? No, she wasn't, but in that sickening way children did, Eveleen clung to hope for Mary. Hope that her mother would see reason one day, hope that her mother would get better. You're no child Eveleen, a voice in her head said and it was true. Eveleen wasn't a child, there was no child left in her. She drove, she drank, she worked, she took care of others, she had a man who loved her, but it was so weary being grown at sixteen. She wanted to be a child.

Sitting down on a bench outside the theatre Eveleen dropped her head in her hands. She needed to stop feeling so bad for herself, self pity did nothing but drag her down deeper. Dragging her face up out of her hands, Eveleen looked across the street, soaking in the people and the noises and the smells of London. Grey was the colour of London and grey had become Eveleen's favorite color. It was the color of home as the streets were more welcoming that the apartment she shared with her mother. London could drown out her senses, her thoughts, and absorb her into the grey for a little bit. Calming down a bit at that, Eveleen sat up straighter and extracted a cell phone from her pocket. She only had a few numbers in it, none of which was the one she wanted. Neither her boyfriend or her best mate kept a phone, they weren't muggle born like Eveleen. Slipping the device back in her pocket, Eveleen looked around trying to decide where to go next. Shopping? She really didn't have the money to waste . . . 

"Oh sorry, didn't see you there." Eveleen said as fiery hair caught her attention. She hadn't realized someone else was on the bench, she had been rather absorbed in her own problems. Guilt at being so selfish flashed through Eveleen, and she shifted closer to the edge, trying to hurry her decision on where she ought to go.