Addison Kirby.
I'm still figuring things out, but one thing's for sure -
I like my dog more than I like you.
"I want to be like water... I want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship."
About Addie. | Words. | Face. | Music to my ears.
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People seem to have forgotten what has happened to Addie and what she is going through. 😒 As far as everyone knows, Addie is missing. She has vanished. Physically. Emotionally. Mentally. The right people should be worried and scared and not focused on themselves. I thought it was obvious that Addie was on an indefinite hiatus, but yeah. ✌️
So many kid faces....such young ages....how am I supposed to work with/write/relate to someone that is like, 8 years younger than me? I don't get this place anymore.
Long days and longer nights. Addie's life began to blur together, which more than showed through her thinning frame. Customers at Calamity Joe's who commented on her looks only received shrugs and bad service. Her entire demeanor was changing because she had officially lost herself. She had no meaning and no purpose.
She didn't even know anymore.
After a long shift at work, Addie came home to an empty house as Maui greeted her with nothing but love. Sighing, she hung her purse on the coat rack and idly turned on the stove to begin making some tea. She ran through the motions like a robot, filling up the kettle and going on about her system.
She walked around the house, checking to make sure nothing was out of place. Her paranoia was all but written across her forehead. She couldn't help but feel like someone was watching her, but then again - she didn't even know what day it was. She would admit she was feeling more than a little crazy having gone months without contact from anyone she knew in what she called, "her previous life".
Then, an old scrapbook tucked away on the bookshelf caught her eye.
Tiny dust particles scattered into the air as she removed it from the shelf. Addie lightly blew off a majority of the dust before taking a seat on her couch. She inhaled sharply as she read the title on the first page -
My Fairy Tale.
With slow, steady fingers, Addie turned the page to reveal photos of herself with an ex-flame, Ahren.
But he was more than an ex-flame, her was her heart. Her entire being, her entire existence before she ran off to Washington.
As smiles and love screamed up at her in the photographs, her stomach churned. She shouldn't miss it. She had more than enough time to recupperate. And yet, here she was.
Tears slowly kissed her cheeks as she continued her trip down memory lane. Upon turning to the last page, a tiny joint slipped out of the scrapbook. A quick note had been jotted onto the page,
I know how much you love this book and how much you enjoy looking at it when you're feeling down, so here's a little something to lift you up just as you've lifted me up.
After much debate, Addie felt she owed it to herself to light up one more time. She reached over to her coffee table, picking up a matchbox that she kept around for her many candles. With fast, fluid movements, Addie was inhaling within seconds. She didn't realize how much she was craving this until now. This feeling, this relaxation. How could she let herself go so long without it?
The world seemed to slow down around her as she began to feel lighter and more carefree.
But she couldn't shake her feeling of emptiness.
Feeling fresh tears upon her cheeks, she reached for a cellphone she kept hidden beneath the couch. Absent mindedly, and very very slowly, she dialed Ahren's number - she was surprised she still remembered it.
Feeling fresh tears upon her cheeks, she reached for a cellphone she kept hidden beneath the couch. Absent mindedly, and very very slowly, she dialed Ahren's number - she was surprised she still remembered it.
Being that it was a pay-as-you-go phone, she knew it would appear on his Caller ID as "Private" and with that, she also knew he wouldn't answer. She braced herself to hear his voice telling her to leave a message, but even then she wasn't prepared.
She stumbled to gather her thoughts and words. Addie was vaguely certain she spent a good twenty seconds simply sniffling and crying lightly into the phone.
"H - hey, Ahren." That was the first time his name left her lips in months. How appropriate that it would taste of the joint she was inhaling.
"I found your secret stash. I'm not sure why I'm calling you -" She inhaled once more, stopping to wipe her cheeks with the back of her hand.
"For a while I forgot about you and I liked it that way.
But here I am..." She couldn't stop a tiny laugh from leaving her mouth. She had heard that when a body is going through an extreme emotion, it will release the opposite one. She felt her laughter collide with her tears.
"...sitting in this tiny house, smoking a joint that you left me. That's what my life has come to...."
Her tears and laughter suddenly stopped as her voice became eerily soft.
"...I don't think I want to live it anymore.
...I cant do it anymore."
Suddenly, the loud screeching from the tea kettle on the stove interrupted her thoughts.
She quickly shut the phone and put out the joint. She let the kettle blow just for a few seconds as she gathered her emotions.
She relaxed her head in her hands, closing her eyes to take a deep breath.
When she opened them back up, her wrists were slashed and blood was everywhere.The bright red liquid clashed against the dark hardwood floors and white rugs.
Then she realized, the tea kettle was not going off -
"My inspiration is that sometimes there’s no alternative, there’s no other plan. In this industry, I think we’re always chasing the high - the warm glow of an escape, a relief of creatively disappearing. It’s electrifying ."
“Being s e d u c t i v e is just another side effect of all the other stuff. I’d rather shoot the gun than wear a wedding dress. It’s far more interesting to me.”