Vanessa Taylor, a sassy blue haired, tattooed cosmetologist with a mouth of a sailor was born and raised in Ohio. One summer while she was visiting her sick father, her connecting flight ends in the city getting shut down, leaving her stranded in th...
Sasha shakes me awake, "Daryl wants to talk to you." I groan, rolling to the side of the bed. She helps me walk to the room attached to A block. It's the blind leading the blind here in death row. She guides me further through the room. I glance up seeing Daryl with his arm crossed, watching the two of us struggle. Worry etches his beautiful face. I see my reflection in the glass. I'm as white as a ghost. My blue eyes sunken in. Bed head causing my hair to knot and stick in every direction. I certainly have seen better days.
"I'm leavin' for a bit. I'll be back as soon as I can." Daryl promises as I come to sit in front of the glass that separates us. I nod at his words. "How are ya feelin'?" His eyes search my face.
"Like I'm dying." I deadpan. What can I say, dark humor is how I cope. I cough, putting my head between my hands. "I'd kill for a cigarette."
"You ain't dyin on me, sweetheart. I'll see to it." I peer up, seeing him closer to the glass than he was a second ago. I place my hand against it, he follows my lead. I watch our hands. I already miss being close to him. Tears start to well up behind my eyes.
"What would you say to Dale now?" I question suddenly.
Confusion clouds his eyes, until he realizes what I'm asking. "I see us bein' the last two standin', you at my side. Damn it, Vanessa, I have feelings for you."
"Dare, I-" Dizziness darkens my vison. I feel myself fall, hitting my head on something on the way down. I hear Daryl shout for someone or something before it all fades to black.
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"Mom!" I run into the kitchen. "Avenged Sevenfold is putting on a concert in Cleveland. Can I please go?" I beg the woman in front of me. "Charlee is going!"
She faces me, her blue eyes shows annoyance. She was never a fan of my music or taste in fashion. "Sure."
My mom was beautiful, with her short blonde hair, blue eyes, and infectious smile. She was barely an inch taller than me.
I rush over, embracing her into a hug. "Thank you!" I hear her laugh into my shoulder.
The day of prom has finally come. I'm standing next to Jordan who is dressed in black tuxedo. His brown hair blows in the wind. I'm in a black mermaid dress, my red hair falls in curls below my shoulders. I smile as her camera clicks repeatedly.
"Nessie, you look incredible." She approaches me, kissing my forehead.
"Thank you, Mommy." I step back. "I love you."
"Mom passed away, Ness." My sister's voice meets my ears. I hang the phone up, jumping into her car. I peel out, heading for her. My engagement ring sparkles in the sun. "Fuck I should've gone with her. I had a feeling!" I hit the steering wheel in anger.
