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it's late in texas and elise had already been in bed, but the sound of her only daughter's voice has her immediately awake and instantly concerned. "sweetheart? what's wrong?" she waits a long moment in which she tries to be patient as she listens to carisa obviously crying on the other end. "cari?" she finally prompts, sitting up against the headboard, pulling the comforter tighter around her waist, her own anxiety rising. "i don't know what i'm doing," carisa eventually says, the words barely loud enough to be heard, a statement though she sounds anything but certain. there's no background noise, no other voices, nothing to indicate what might be wrong, but the obvious tears and sound of total desperation in her daughter's voice leaves little question that something is amiss. elise waits, hoping cari will fill the silence with an explanation, but the pause only grows, leaving her more uncomfortable by the second. and just when she's about to prod again, carisa finds her voice, hardly stronger than before. "it just hurts. it hurts. what is wrong with me?" it's nearly impossible for elise not to jump in immediately with denials and assurances, but she'd promised herself a long time ago that she would never lie to her children and even though it's undeniably tempting, she's not going to start now, not even if it will momentarily make cari feel better. and she knows, without having any of the details mentioned, what this is about. cari has always been a mama's girl, and when she isn't forthcoming with information, mike has never shied away from filling in the blanks (mostly unprompted.) so she knows how deep the breaks in her daughter's heart run, and also knows the lengths cari has gone to bandaid over them and pretend like nothing is wrong, she understands that it's been going back months or really years, though she has no explanation as to why. but it's difficult to put all this into words, and before she can speak up again, cari has taken it upon herself to. "i'm trying to pick the right thing, mama. but why am i never the right thing?" the words tumble out, the tiniest bit slurred, and it's easy to tell that carisa has been drinking. she'd never talk like this if she was in her sound mind, elise knows she's far too self-conscious for that. "why does no one ever want to pick me?" she adds in a rush, muddled by a fresh round of heavy tears that make her breath ragged and her words stunted. "Carisa Jean," Elise starts, sounding soft though the full name is typically reserved for scolding, her own heart aching at the pain in each word Carisa utters. "I just want everyone to be happy, but I never get to be," Cari continues, on a terrible roll now, her feelings unchecked by sober insecurity. "Why can't anyone just want me? Why can't anyone love me? What's wrong with me?" she cries, not even noticing that she's repeating herself, her voice rising as her crying reaches a level of hysteria that makes her gasp for breath and her questions indiscernible. there's no point in trying to answer, elise knows, because there are no real answers and even if there were, cari wouldn't hear them now anyway. instead, elise does the best she can to be comforting despite all the space between them, murmuring soft shushes and trying her best not to simply join in the tears. "Is Mike there?" she asks a few moments later, her tone full of motherly concern, a feeling that only eases slightly once Carisa has managed a stuttering yes. so for a time, mother and daughter just sit on the phone, carisa crying, elise flooding with a bit more worry each time a new round of sobbing starts. her too emotional, too sensitive, far too loving daughter has never been this far down, and elise refuses to standby and watch the world crush her under its weight. "Cari," she begins softly but sternly, the way only a mother can, when Carisa finally quiets. "Sweetheart, it's time you come home." |
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drandyj this is only okay because you specified OLDER
mymuartist happy birthday carisas's brother!!
yigtbeytut okay this is a cute picture
kalyssaalynn YOU LOOKED SO PRETTY AT THE MET GALA