Move Bitch Get Out The Way || Ryan & Phil
"Hey, Duckie." A lone ray of moonlight slipped into the chemistry room, reflecting off the young girl's bracelet as she held the phone to ear. Of course she spent majority of her time at the hospital now, sitting with her mother as they gave her various tests and made her undress and redress multiple times. It was something Ryan didn't want to think about. In fact, she disconnected herself from the situation entirely. She let her self think that this was some sort of nightmare or she was watching some sort of horror movie. However, there was some part of her, buried deep under all the alcohol and denial who knew she needed to be there for her mom whenever possible. She knew if she fucked this up and something happened, she wouldn't be able to live with herself later on. She sucked in a breath, remembering that the Doctor had told her that they should have their diagnosis by the end of the night. Her head was still spinning, not just over the complexity of the situation at hand, but because she had taken a random pill by one of the strangers here.
Ryan knew Pills and alcohol were a bad combination. After all, they played the D.A.R.E video at every shelter she had moved to and from first to seventh grade. And even though the ten year old Ryan had swore to herself she'd never drink or do drugs ever in her life. She figured now was different. Shit happens. As she liked to put it. This was all too much for Ryan. She could handle the prostitute for a mother and the feelings of Adolescence and the pressure to do good to make things easier for her mother. But she couldn't handle all of that plus the stress of a job and paying the bills and paying for a medication that may or may not save her mother's life. It's worth it. She thought. Her mother was probably the only person who ever really put in effort for her. Ryan's Dad hated her and she barely even knew why. her Mom stayed and she preserved though poverty and homelessness and that was something that Ryan admired more than anything. Her mom was the only person to really make her feel wanted. She was her Anchor. The only thing that kept he cracking and now here she was about to be taken away from her and there was literally nothing to do about it. The soft voice of her mother pulled her back into the conversation, smiling slightly as she tried to make out the words in between her accent. "Yeah, i'm having fun Mom.-- No there aren't any cute guys that I can set you up with. -- Geez you're such a cougar." Ryan let out a soft laugh, finding it odd and somewhat reassuring that they could joke around and talk like nothing was wrong. but there was Something wrong. She was dying.and that thought continued to pester her in the back of the head. "So..." She began, trying to touch the subject lightly, "Has the doctor...talked to you yet?"
"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about." Her mother said, her words almost too soft for an over-the-phone conversation. "Now I don't want to damper your night... But.. It is what they thought.... I've apparently had it for about three years now. Three years Ry. The Doctor says patients with this.... Don't last any longer than that. Thank god its the beginning of 2014 though. I have nine more months to go, ironically. I'll definitely make it through April though. That's what the Doctor said. So at least I'll live to see you turn into a grown woman." Ryan could tell the optimism in her mother's voice wasn't authentic. She knew that this was probably the worst day of her Mother's life and the same for her. Ryan sat there for a moment, her brown eyes staring at the trailing of Eraser on the whiteboard. Her mouth clamped shut as it always does when she hears bad news. She was angry, upset and frustrated. A boiling pot of emotions that was bound to overflow at some point . And even if she wasn't breaking down and releasing the flood of emotions she was holding back at this very instant, knew it was coming. And whether she was herself at the end of all this or not was something she couldn't really control. She had overcame a lot.A hateful Dad, no friends, social Anxiety, having her heart broken, an eating disorder. But losing her mom would be the thing that would make her snap. It has always been that way. If she lost the one person who had always been loyal to her her whole thought process would turn into nothing but an empty void. Like a lost pup before training. She wouldn't know what to do or think or even how to act. What to believe what not to believe. Sbe confused and perhaps unable to function properly.
They carried on their conversation. Which didn't last long after the breaking news. She sat there staring at her hands, allowing silence to fall upon the room. She didn't notice Phillip standing in the corner of the room. He was just a decoration for the time being. No more important than the colour of the walls or the lone chair that sat at the back of the room. Things Ryan wouldn't remember fifty years down the road. That is, if she remembered this night at all.. She was too focused on the swelling anger inside the pit of her stomach. It was like a pit at the bottom of her stomach. A sudden feeling like she was going to erupt out of that pit and just break. She was trying. A lot harder than she did in school, or with her friends, she was doing anything and everything possible for her mother. And nothing was working. Alas, her frustration got the best of her and she threw her phone at the wall, not cif the screen cracked . She put her head her knees and wrapped her arms around them, hoping that somehow she could just make this all disappear.
Ryan wasn't crying. No, she didn't cry in front of people. It was just something she didn't do. She didn't like feeling vulnerable or pathetic in front of others. What she as doing was more of collecting herself, rather than crying. Of course she wanted to and little tears were forming in the ducts of her eyes. But she wasn't to the full point of crying. She took another deep breathing. Picking up her phone from the floor and scoping it out. There was long line in the middle of the Iphone. Not only did she pay for your house, or your clothes but she even bought you the newest phone. For Fuck's sake. Why do you have to be so fucking Selfish Ryan? Huh? You did this to yourself. You should have stopped her as soon as you found out. She stood, turning towards the black desk at which she just sat and that is when she saw him.
Ryan's friendship with Phillip had started in Middle school. When Parker and him were a thing. Of course Ryan was always jealous of phillip. He had gotten what she wanted, but at the same time she thought he was a really good match for Parker and os If Pk was happy then she was happy. But when she heard about how fast Phillip had dropped Parker, her whole attitude toward him changed. She went from Loyal and friendly to moody and bitchy in 2.3 seconds. Perhaps the only real person she was loyal to was Parker and she was just nice to every one. She didn't really know. But Parker was probably the only other person Ryan couldn't really manage with out. So when people hurt him, its like hurting her. Or at least, that's what she thought. On the contrary, their relationship had been slowly getting better. They were to the point where they could crack jokes and come up with what Ryan liked to call Friendly Sarcasm.
She let out a gasp, knocking over her mug and dumping the alcoholic beverage on the floor. Cursing herself mentally as she looked for something to clean it up with. "What are you doing here." she said, folding her arms across her chest as she looked about the room. Out of all people, Phillip wasn't the first person she wanted to see, nor the last. But she certainly had better options if she were able to choose who walked into the room at the moment. It donned on her then that the boy may have heard everything, but she was unsure. So she didn't bring up what happened and asked her question again, this time a more light and friendly tone, " What are you doing here?"
