RUSTY HALO

kendra. nineteen. trying to be better.

[kendrajohnson-blog1]

i.

“Allison! Come on, Ali, just open the fucking door. Please, its been weeks... just- just let me know you’re still fucking alive in there!”

There’s no answer. There never is.

Kendra growled under her breath, kicking the door harshly as she sprinted away.

ii.

“It's just- it’s been a really long time, Kev. She’s normally not gone this long. And if anyone can find her...”

Kendra watched as Kevin sighed. He rubbed his hands over his face, in a way that made him seem years older. “I’ll try. But I can’t keep rescuing her, Kendra. Neither of us can. She’s gotta grow up at some point.”

Kendra flinched. She knew the words were true, but the thought of just giving up on her older sister wasn’t one she could stomach.

Kevin’s gaze softened. “You know, you’re always welcome here... to come and see Sophie. You’re just as much her family as the rest of us.”

“Yeah. I know.”

iii.

On the worst days, Kendra liked to remember the longest stretch that Alison has been sober. It was right after Sophie was born. She had stepped it up, and Kendra had sincerely thought Allison would change.

It hadn’t lasted long.

[jichangw]

[kendrajohnson-blog1]

andiwolff:

“This is where people who have a mutual understanding of enjoying silence sit. Yeah, seats free.”

“Cool.” Kendra nodded, sitting down and taking out a book.

[jordan-parrish]

[selenaquintanilla]

“It seems like nothing. Until the hurricane hits. Because when you put my name on that list, you put a target on my well, it wasn’t just my ass. You made it open season on Hannah Baker.”

[andiwolff]

[kendrajohnson-blog1]

“Is this where the people who really hate people are sitting? Can I join?”

[ladiesnetwork]

I’m a big historical-fiction fan. Anything written in the French Revolution, that kind of era, is so poignant. I got into history when I was 11 years old, and it all started with the Titanic. I’d read books in the library about it. Of course I’ve seen the movie, too—I don’t think I’ve ever cried that much.

[kendrajohnson-blog1]

sarahjanesa:

“Okay, sure. I’ll be right back with your coffee.” Sarah said kindly, before she turned and headed towards the next customer to speak with them briefly before making her way to the counter.  She hummed to herself quietly as she moved about, first handing the order to the cook before grabbing a cup and filling it with coffee before mixing it how Kendra had asked. When that was done, she made her way back to Kendra and placed the cup on the table. “Is there anything else that I can do for you?”

Kendra had sent an additional three texts by the time Sarah returned. She knew by now Allison wouldn’t reply, but it didn’t sit right with her to not so much as try. Allison would see them eventually. She contemplated texting Kevin, but she knew it wasn’t his problem. He had Sophie to worry about. Wiping at her eyes, Kendra shook her head. “No. But thanks.”

[kendrajohnson-blog1]

sarahjanesa:

“I’ll be sure to do that.” Sarah offered the girl a kind smile and nodded her head. “Of course you can. Would you like anything in your coffee? Or a snack on the side. We’ve got pretty delicious baked goods.”

“Cream and sugar,” Kendra replied. The distance was clear on her face as she slid into a booth, propping her chin up in her hand tiredly. “No, thanks.”

[kendrajohnson-blog1]

sarahjanesa:

Sarah glanced down at the picture of Allison with a furrow of her brow, before glancing back up at the girl. “I haven’t seen her in months. She’s not really someone I talk to…” Sarah trailed off before rubbing the back of her neck. “But I’ll keep an eye out or something. Do you want me to like get in touch if I see her or something?”

“Yeah, please. My number’s on there at the bottom. Just... tell her her sister is looking for her.” Kendra sighed, running her hands through her hair. “Can I get a coffee or something? Its been a long day.”

[kendrajohnson-blog1]

“Look, um- I just haven’t seen her in a week. So if you could keep an eye out that’d be great.” Kendra muttered as she shoved the picture of Allison into the person’s hands. Odds were that her sister was just on another drug binge and would show up at some point, but Kendra always feared the worst.

[shesavedus]

the kind of lonely i’m talking about is when you feel like you’ve got nothing left.

[jordan-parrish]