VICTORIA MAYER
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ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND
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Post by VICTORIA MAYER on Aug 20, 2012 15:21:48 GMT -5
 Another day, another dollar. Didn't mean she didn't have to seriously bust her ass for that dollar. She had been on her way to the top--a nursing degree, and a stable job at the hospital. She had considered transferring to the Trauma Unit, but after she realized it was taking too much of her time, she left the hospital and managed to get a job as a waitress. She had been juggling the idea of going back to the hospital, working behind the counter where the hours were more flexible. But for now, she was waiting tables like she hadn't gone to school.
Which brought her to the next point. She had seen these things online, and had never thought it would happen to her. But after a particularly difficult clint, she was awarded a measley five dollar tip and a word of advice on the reciept.'Go to school and get a real job'. It had taken all she could not to run after the family and deck them all right in the face. Yes, for that moment she had considered punching the bratty, screaming children too. That was when she was released from work early that day. On her way home she had thrown her apron carelessly in the back seat, and ripped her braid out.
On the way home, there had been angry tears. How could they even possibly know? They didn't know her, and they certainly didn't know her home life. They had no way of knowing that the woman that answered their every irritating beck and call had a framed nursing degree in the livingroom. They had no idea that when Victor wasn't paying attention--she stared at it. So the speed demon that she was, she raced home cursing and screaming. Which probably made her look like a lunatic to the other drivers--better that way. At least they moved when they saw the crazy woman rushing up from behind.
She had stormed her way up the apartment steps, and reaching her door she left everything behind. Relief. No one would judge her here. In here, was the only other person that mattered. It was a different kind of exhaustion that washed over her, but when she opened the door gently and saw her brother reading on the couch that exhaustion disappeared. Funny that. She was his guardian, and took care of him. Watched over, protected. It should have frustrated her, but it filled that sense of her wanting to be needed. The caring personality that had driven her to persue the medical field where she could help others.
Doing her best to fight back another wave of tears--maybe she'd have to pick up some Midol and chocolate soon--she abandoned her keys on the counter and rushed the couch. It wasn't a usual happening, she was extremely aware of her older brother's dislike for physical contact. She had a little more leinancy when it came to it, but she did her best to abide by his wishes. But today, she was selfish and she felt she had the right to be. Victoria flung herself onto the couch and wrapped her arms around Victor's chest, pressing her face against his back while her fingers curled into his shirt. He smelled like home, like familiarity, like safety.
"Worked sucked. There was a total asswipe and---" Before she could even begin her rant, something stopped her. Her hands loosened on Victor's shirt, and she raised her head just a bit and furrowed her brows. Turning her head to the side, she pressed her cheek against his spine. She could feel his bones beneath her face, and her fingers carefully spread out feeling the ribs beneath her fingers. Perhaps she was just a little more capable of sensing things were wrong, just by touch. But normal, healthy ribs didn't feel so...well...boney. Her brown eyes blinked several times, and she loosened her arms enough if Victor were to break out of the hug. If it were up to her--she'd hold on as long as she could. Often she allowed Victor to break the hug, deciding when he had had enough of the physical contact.
"Victor?" She straightened up a little and peered over his shoulder with the face. That set look in her brows, the way her full lips turned down, and the hard stare in her eyes. "Why can I count your ribs?" Her voice held a note of sarcasm, a note of scolding, and a harsh tone that had always been Victoria's 'You're in big trouble' voice. The one that adults usually used with a child that had drawn on the walls.
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VICTOR MAYER
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Post by VICTOR MAYER on Sept 25, 2012 18:00:33 GMT -5
Victor hated to admit it, but he loved when Victoria went to work. Oh, he was well aware she hated her job. That she missed nursing and that it was all his fault that she was not carrying out her dream. And, yes, the guilt was sickeningly thick. She would think that he was lost in his mind place, and stare longingly at the nursing degree that she worked so hard for. And he'd contemplate killing himself again, which he would decide against, as it would be rude to leave his sweet sister with such a mess. Sweet boy, come to Mommy. Come to Mommy, she's so lonely. And he'd feel sick with himself that he so looked forward to the days that she worked. When she would not loom over his shoulder like an oppressive shadow. When she would not pester him to eat, or work on experimental food stuff for his preferred shade of orange. Come with Mommy, you little fucker, so you can have some peace. Don't you want the quiet?Her work days always went the same way for him: A burden my love, you are a burden. Can't you see how much happier she'd be without you? She would leave after reminding him of the emergency numbers on the refrigerator, he would eat, he would promptly throw it all up as he ate too quickly, he'd lay down for a bit and count the stitches on the sofa as day time tv played behind him. Sometimes he'd read, though he was not good at it, and sometimes he would pace or he would hum. Victoria would come home and tell him about her day, and he would listen attentively until she brought up food. She'll lock you away, she'll put you up on a shelf. It's better if you do, Victor, my Sweetheart.Today he was high lighting words that stuck out to him in a heavily worn out copy of Alice in Wonderland. Crazy. Poison from my womb. He heard Victoria enter the house, and instinctively he curled to make himself smaller. It wasn't that he didn't love Victoria, or even like her. Because he did. It was a dutiful love and an devout liking. She was everything that Victor could not be, though he tried terribly hard. USELESS THING, GIVE YOUR SISTER SOME PEACE. She was beautiful, graceful, intelligent. People liked her and never stared. She was selfless and brave and loving. And Victor was a nothing. Though he'd come to bare with the oddities of living with a girl, Victor wasn't expecting her to embrace him. Instantly his body stiffened against her, and his brain wandered from her words as Victor tried to think of a polite way to remove himself from the embrace. Defect. Reject. End it, beautiful boy, come to Mommy. He was lost in time in his brain, but was brought back to the path as she said his name. Why could she count his bones? Well, the most obvious of answers was that he was thin. Of course, Victoria would not be happy with this answer. Her battle with him and food was as relentless as heaven and hell. Demon. What made it sadder was she could feel this under four shirts on his back. He was usually better at hiding his mess. "I... um." He flinched at the sound of his own voice. "I'm fine... V-v-victoria, I'm fine." His head hurt, as he squirmed away, forgetting manners. Moreso than usual, he did not want to be touched at all. |
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VICTORIA MAYER
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ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND
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Post by VICTORIA MAYER on Oct 10, 2012 12:48:52 GMT -5
Victor could sometimes drives his little sister nuts, but more often than that--made her sick with worry. It was a push-and-pull sort of relationship. At times she could resent her brother, and feel slowed down and even exasperated by him. She knew she was the better child, deep down. She hadn't had any mental problems, and physically she was pretty well off as well. She didn't have a problem fitting in with other people, and sometimes would feel animosity towards her brother when she opted to stay home instead of go out with friends--both in childhood and adulthood. But in the same breath--she would feel a twinge of guilt when those thoughts came into her head.
They were alone, all they had were each other. Mother and Father were gone, they were all on their own. Victor was her responsibility now, and she owed it to their parents to make sure that he lived a decent life, and hopefully find a way to fix him. But despite all of his flaws, Victoria loved him ever so much. Though there were their hard times when they bickered, or avoid each other in their own house--Victoria lived for the good times. When they would snack on carrots in the livingroom, and read poetry back and forth and ad-lib. When he gave sarcastic, obvious responses that elicted her laughter, it felt relieved and a floating feeling.
She was almost always 50/50 when he came to her older brother--however this was neither one of those times. This was the role of guardian, and as much as she didn't want to even deal with his non-eating habits or the fact he was too skinny, she had a specific responsibility to keep him alive and as healthy as she could possibly manage. "You are not fine."
[/color] She retorted. He wasn't big on physical touches, and a hug from Victor was an extremely rare occurance--more often than not, he'd just get kind of awkward when she wrapped her arms around him for a split second. But the moment she felt him pull away, she'd release. Just like she did now. She unravelled her arms, and tried to fight the urge to yank up his shirt and examine him closer. It was one of those habits that came from being a nurse that was hard to fight. There was a lack of modesty when it came to certain things, especially health related. "Are you trying to waste yourself away?"[/color] Her voice wasn't angry, but more concerned, shocked even. She stared at him with those big round brown eyes of hers, her gaze darting across his face. She leaned to the side, trying to get a better view of him. "Victor, you're all I've got." It wasn't the best option, but desperate times call for desperate measures. She wouldn't feel good about it, but guilting him into eating would be better than having to rush him to the hospital because he collapsed. It wasn't entirely for his health either--it would be good that she wouldn't have to miss another day of work to be at his bedside. To stay with him at the hospital, just so he didn't freak out. No, he needed to stay healthy, for his sake as well as hers. "You have to eat something, or you're going to get sick, and you're going to end up in the hospital. I'm supposed to be taking care of you." She sat back slightly, and still looked at him with those eyes. Those eyes that always worked on Daddy, and the eyes that Mother disliked quite so much. "Anything you want, I'll make it. And I'll read a poem for you in that really bad english accent I do--I just...you need to eat something." [/blockquote][/blockquote] ----- |
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