“A good friend and a glass of wine,
Someone to say it’s gonna be alright,
A good friend and a glass of wine,
A little pick me up to get me through the night.
We talk trash n’ we laugh and cry,
That kind of therapy money can’t buy,
Every now and then, every now and then,
Every girl needs a good friend and a glass of wine.”
And it took me five fucking days to log on with out crying.
I think I’m the only one who still comes back and reads the paras and ooc stuff, but I don’t even know.
And I lost contact with all of you guys.
Mostly Raquel.
Damnit, I think my heart just sunk to my feet.
This sucks.
Where have you gone?
Where has Olympus gone?
I miss it. Every single fucking day.
The End of an Era (or Bye Bye Jenny Quinn, for good this time)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this while I was in Israel. I had never really felt like Jenny's character had any sort of closure. She just kind of lost it, and I gave up on writing her. But with this, I had a stroke of inspiration, and I knew I had to give Jenny the ending I owed her and that she deserved.
Jenny wiped the sweat from her face. She was far too happy that she had cause to sweat other than heat to let it bother her in the slightest. This was Jenny's first real run in what felt like an eternity, although it had been less than a year since her injury.
That year felt like an eternity. It seemed as though everything wrong in her life had happened since she had torn her Achilles tendon. Quinn had dropped off the face of the earth, Tommy had cheated, Milla was dying and she'd found out that her family had been lying to her for her entire life.
Not everything that had happened in the past year was entirely bad though. She'd gained a twin brother, and one she would do anything for. Xander had saved her in a way that no one else that remained in her life had been able to do. He gave her a will to live. Family is forever, and Jenny finally understood the meaning of the phrase. She knew that he would always be there for her, and she would be there for him.
Jenny was determined to put her days life of instability behind her. Her dad, not the false one who demanded everything from a seven year old girl with dark brown hair and large blue eyes; but a father who had wanted her, but hadn't been able to feed two children. Things had since turned around for her birth father, and he welcomed his now 19 year old back into his life with open arms.
At last, Jenny had a father who was impressed with each and every win, and was proud of her even if she didn't come in first. She finally had someone to take her to physical therapy every week and was there to cheer her on as her limp grew less and less and she finally began to heal.
As her feet hit the pavement, Jenny felt a familiar soaring in her chest. For the first time since she'd hurt herself, she began to feel genuinely happy. Quinn's abandonment, Tommy's betrayal, Milla's disease and Stephen's death began to fade from the forefront of her mind. The logic and reason that had been absent for so long began to show themselves once again.
As Jenny relaxed and began to focus her energy on the steps she was taking, she felt a series of muscles below her shoulder blades unclench. She looked to her side to see the end of a large, silky-feathered wing stretching out on either side of her. She shook her wings briefly, getting the feel of them before she upped her pace.
As her feet sped up, so did the beating of her wings. She went faster and faster, the countryside around her was a blur, her feet barely touching the ground. In that moment, speeding along that deserted country road, Jenny finally began to feel whole again.