Characters: Benji, Taylor, & Eddie.
Setting: AFTER KIA DYING. HNGH.
Content: NSFW.
Summary: Tragic family time, what what.
"Look," Benji slurred, pointing two accusatory fingers at the reflection staring back at her from her mirror. She looked haggard at best, a complete mess at worst, with her eyes bloodshot and every bit of crazy she had flashing behind them. One of them was still blackened. "I d-didn't.. I didn't
mean f-for this to.. happen. To her," she went on, though she was the only person currently occupying the room she stayed in at Taylor’s apartment. It was normally in a state of disarray and unpack even on a good day, but the state of it now was worse than ever, like the blonde hadn't made any attempt at all to clean up any of her things in weeks. Which, naturally, was true. Kia's funeral had only been a week and a half ago, and she hadn't cleaned or do anything for herself at all in that time, or since the incident a week before.
Drinking, now that she could do, and she was doing plenty of it. Benji was never a big drinker, not like her mothers, and that was what made everything to bitterly ironic. If she hadn’t been so drunk that night, she probably wouldn’t have ran her mouth so much, maybe she would have known was enough was enough, when to shut up and back down. Her reflexes could have been better. She should have known they were coming after them, just paces behind them on the way to the Jeep, but living was taking life into your own hands. God watches out for babies and morons, that's what her aunt Tatum always said. Just not this moron.
Besides that, now her aunt didn't say anything anymore, because she wasn't speaking to her. Lots of people weren't talking to Benji anymore, most in her family, but some outside. Some of her own best friends. Some of them pitied her, a lot of them were just plain angry with her, blamed her for all of it happening. And they were right, weren’t they? Why couldn’t she have been a little smarter, not such a loudmouth idiot? She shook her head violently, pointing to her reflection once more.
“It was an accident, i-it wasn’t even.. really m-my fault,” the tall blonde insisted, although she was already shaking her head again, in protest to her own words. It was her fault. Those guys had thought they were tough shit, and she thought it was funny. She had made it her game to show them up, to show off, like she was always doing. She taunted them, goaded them on. She had more balls than they did, she said. “It is though, dumbass, it is your.. stupid fault, l-like always.. dumb, d-dummy, always fucking up.”
People used to try to say Kia was too old for her, but really, she was too young for Kia. She had acted like a stupid kid, and gotten them into serious trouble. There was no taking back that night, that moment of ignorance. It wasn’t her fault, she was a victim too, they both were, nothing gave someone the right to attack them. But Benji provoked them, and that had everything to do with it. Kia was gone because of it.
“Why d-don’t you just shut up?” Benji groaned, after a moment of silence. “Just s-shut up already.” Reaching beside her, the blonde picked up the bottle of rum she had been drinking from, turning around and throwing it violently at the opposite wall, flinching with her hands over her face as it practically exploded. “Oh sorry,” she murmured, surveying the mess with her bloodshot eyes. Even as lost and wasted as she felt, she felt immediately bad. She had made a mess of Taylor’s room. She was always making a mess of everything.
“Sorry Tay, I’m s-sorry,” she went on, crouching down onto the floor and beginning to scoop up the pieces of broken bottle that was now littering the carpet. She didn’t even know if her sister was home. Did she work today? What day was today even? Lately, she mostly talked to herself. She didn’t want to see much of anyone else, and they didn’t really want to see her either. Even the ones who said they did, her parents, they were all suffering because everyone was cross at her. It was easier to just stay here, but she had made a terrible mess. Her wand was nearby, but she didn’t even think to go to it as she continued to meticulously pick up the shards, her fingertips getting bloody.
