nari was walking home from the part time job she had managed to SWING. the wind was blowing and it made it twice as cold , so she sported a white fur coat. her thoughts often drifted to the people from her PAST – her mother and father , her step-family , friends. what she hadn’t expected to see on her way home ( and she had gotten used to seeing some strange things in this new era ) was her step-sister crouched against a wall SCREAMING.
the pink haired girl was quick to swoop over to the girl , wrapping her arms around her , “ morgan ! “ there were actual TEARS in her eyes , “ hi ! hi , oh my god , are you okay ? “ she sniffled as she fought the urge to cry , leaning back to look at the girl hard in the face , “ h-how are you ? uh , how old are you now ? god , how LONG has it been ? “ she didn’t know how to begin or explain , how could she ? everyone thought she was dead , right ? surely she’d been FOUND in her bed eventually when she stopped attending class and didn’t show up for sorority events.
Morgan continued to shake her head and repeat “no,” over and over and over again, even as Nari held her. She couldn’t possibly believe that her stepsister who had also died would be here. -- how could any of them be here?
As Nari began to ask what seemed like a million questions, Morgan pushed her away and stood up with her head in her hands. “This can’t be happening. I’m having an acid flashback or something. Something is fucked. I can’t handle this right now.” She knelt on the ground and said to herself, What if this isn’t a flashback? What if this is the real deal? Shit, I shouldn’t be here either.
Morgan stood up and turned around seeing Nari in, of course, a fur coat. Morgan instantly started laughing. Only Nari would be wearing a fur coat after dying and coming back. She pointed and laughed, about the coat, yes, but also out of sheer disbelief.
“Answers. I think the drugs have gone to my head and I’m talking to air right now so I don’t know how I am. I’m 23 -- but should be older, I think? It’s 2018. And this decade blows.”
She looked down at her boots compared to Nari’s shoes. The two were so different, but when that girl went missing, Morgan practically lost her mind. That’s something Nari probably wouldn’t believe in a million years considering how Morgan treated her when they were both alive. After they found her stepsister’s body, life changed. Morgan had already lost her father. Her mother was two-faced and her surrogate daddy figure -- Kurt Cobain -- had killed himself. On top of it, let’s see all the torture your sister endured!
With all these thoughts running through her head, Morgan stopped and looked at Nari, knowing she was real. She basically dug her claws into the girl’s back as she held so tight. “I can’t believe I’m not alone anymore,” she sniffed, trying not to reveal tears.
“Want to hear something funny? -- I died too.” Her dark sense of humor reared its ugly head as defense mechanisms often do.
