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Lucy Langely

"When Life Gives You Lemons, You Throw Them Back At Karma. Let's Face It; Without Water And Sugar, Your Lemonade Is Gonna' Be Pretty Screwed Up."

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a character in “Emma”, as played by Grumpy-Converse

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Full Name: Lucinda Marie Langely

Age: Fourteen

Gender: Female

Relationship: Sister

Nickname(s): Lucy, which most people call her. No one calls her Lucinda.

Appearance: If ucy's appearance were to be described, she would be called as simply: Average. Standing at 5'4, she is of average height, possiby a little small. She weighs 110lbs, which is approximately average, and has a slim though not freaky skinny body figure. She would be considered pale, though not vampire pale, and though she at first burns, after a while she turns to a golden brown. She has a few freckes here and here, and some blackheads across her nose, not to mention a small spot on her chin, but mostly, her skin is clear. Her hair is a dark brown, though appears a red colour in the right light,and though it is naturally straight, she sometimes curls it, making it go from just under her breasts to hanging around her shoulders. Her eyes are a deep blue, and her smile is genuine - or, well, used to be. Her breast size is B -- nothing massive, but not that small either. Her shoe size is 7.

Personality:
Before The Accident: Lucy had always been a sweet girl, kind, quiet. She was the girl who sat at the back of the class and just blended in. There was nothing special about her. She wasn't a cheerleader, with blonde hair and an hourglass figure. She was Lucy, the mouse-brown haired, small and slim bookworm. She was never very talkative, even around friends and family, and liked to be in the crowd, rather than in the spotlight. She had average friends, too; The raven haired, outgoing Fiona and the curly red head with glasses Kate. Though the three were very close, because of Lucy's quiet personality, she often felt like the third wheel in their little group. Her and Fiona were just friends, and whilst Kate had alot in common with Lucy, she tended to prefer Fiona. Infact, the person that Lucy was closest to was her sister, Emma. Though we all know how that turned out.

After The Accident: One thing is for certain; Lucy is not the same teenage girl she used to be. There are always those momemnts when Lucy is the shy girl she has always been, but she has become more cheeky, and more cold towards others. She usually just ignores anyone who talks to her, unless she is actually bothered to answer, and sarcastic comments and cold insults are a regular thing with her now. Even the smile that used to always plaster her face has disappeared, only popping up every now and again. Though she has probably taken her sister's death the best of the family, she still hurts, though what is annoying her most is the fact she now has no parents, either. Her mother was too busy struggling with depression to help her, or talk to her, and as or her 'dad', well, he was mostly at work all the time. Not that she wanted his help. If she wanted a father, she would go look for one. Her real one, that is. Not some stupid footall player her Mum piked up. She feels that though it is acceptable for them to be upset, this behaviour is selfish, and they should just get over themselves. Yes, she is extremely upset, too, but at least she is making an effort! At least she has found something to dull the pain...

Lucy has started cutting hersef. She started about two days after her sister passed away, and has been doing it ever since. Whenever she is feeling upset, she will take out her pocket knife, and add another scar to her collection. Another thing she is using to hide her pain is by rebelling. Just small things, by not doing her homework, to perhaps cutting one class. But that's for now, at least. Her small 'stunts' are becoming a regular thing, and getting more and more serious. The Principal has yet to call her parents, which is probably juts because she fells sorry for them, but that will happen if she continues like this. Lucy isn't bothered, though. She assumes her parents probably won't pick up, and won't care if they do.

So begins...

Lucy Langely's Story

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I'm sitting on the old tire swing around the back, the one we used to always play on - the two of us, sometimes three, if Madison was in a good enough mood to join us and play. And remember that Summer, when all our relatives were over, and we had about twelve people on the old tire? I can hardly fit on it by myself, anymore, I'm getting so big. I'm growing up.
And I'm scared.

About everything, really. About you, about Mum, about 'Dad,' and about Madison. Nothing's been the same since you left. Why did you leave us, Emma? What did we do to deserve this? Was it my fault, because I lied to Mum about getting a B on the Maths test, or when I wouldn't let you borrow my phone?

Dad's still at the office, as far as I know. He hasn't been home for months now, except to pick up some stuff. I think Mum's in your room... again. She needs to get over it. No one misses you more than I do, trust me, but at least I've found my own way to dull the pain. Maybe Mum should hit some booze, get a hangover, then wake up the next day, ready to, y'know, talk to people.

I dunno. That's what I would do, if it were legal.

I don't know how Madison copes with the stress, but she manages. And she isn't cutting herself like I am, because I've seen her in tank tops, and no scars. My arms are actually visible right now, because my denim jacket is thrown on top of the leafy floor, but that's okay. I know no one is going to come looking for me.

I look up through the trees to where the sun is setting. My hair looks auburn-red as it hangs over my shoulder. I curledi t again today, just for you. I remembered how you said it looked best like that. Even though I am such a fail with anything hair-related.

It's really warm today, even if it evening. It's one of those perfect days; Absolutely roasting, with a slight breeze to cool you down. I had an ice-cream today, too. Chocolate, actually. They were all out of strawberry.

Already my memory of you is slipping away. What colour eyes did you have? Blue, green? It's okay though, because I have a picture of you when you were five, at your birthday party, grinning a gap-toothed smile. It's in my handbag, which is back at the house. I'm just afraid that somedy, I'll forget that high pitched giggle you made when you were up to something, or that pout when you didn't get what you wanted.
Because Videos Aren't The Same As The Real Thing, Emma.

I'm thinking about looking for Madison, but I know it's not a good idea. I could use a shoulder to cry on, but I'll just deal with it like I always have; with my pocket knife. I hop off the swing and grab my jacket, ruffling through my pockets until I find the knife, before heading back to the tire-swing. I dig the knife into my fore-arm, out of view if I have to roll up my sleeves for some reason. I watch as the blood drips from the knife, and from the wound to the ground. It stings, but I know that it must have been one hundred times worse when you got hit. I'm doing this for you, Emma.

And just like that, I add another scar to the collection.
I grab my jacket and slip it on, before trudging up to the house. I wipe the blade off the grass before slipping it into my shorts pocket. I open the house door and make my way to the sitting room, where I sit down at the couch. No one is in here, which means it's okay to cry. I can't cry in front of others. How are they supposed to get over it if they know I haven't?

I burrow my head into my knees and let the tears fall, thinking about you the whole time. When I've run out of tears, I just lie on the couch, my eyes closed, as if I'm sleeping. Which is exactly what it would look like to anyone who walked in.
Or dead. Just like you.

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"Are you alright Lou?"
I feel my cheeks turn red, then my whole face light up as I recognise the voice. Dad is home, for the first time since... the accident. Well, not my real Dad, but the next best thing.

"Dad!" I yell, jumping up from my position. I wrap my arms around him, giving him a massive hug. I sort of realize how baby-ish I'm acting so I let go, wiping my eyes on the back of my hand. "Um, yeah, I'm fine. I just, uh, fell over," I lie. I don't want to mention your name. I do't know how he'll react, but seeing as it took him so long to come home after the accident, I can assume the reaction would not be good. We all survived here, with the memory of you at every corner. Why couldn't he?

"You're back," I say. Stating the obvious. I mentally curse myself for saying that, but continue on anyway. "Are you here for good? Or are you still staying, um, wherever you are staying?" I rush the last part, as I realize I don't actually know where he is staying. Not that it matters. I'm hardly going to visit him, anyway.

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"Are you alright Lou?"

I hear a male voice come form the living room, I set down the knife I'm holding grabbed a towel wiping my hands off as walk through the kitchen to the living room. There he is, the man that I had given my heart to so many years ago. It felt like I hadn't seen him in years, Lucy was going on like she did when she was little when Nick came home.

He was the only father either of her older daughters had ever known.

Willow thought about the day she asked Nick if he wanted to adopt her two older girls so all the sisters could finally have the same name. He grinned so big cause he knew that meant I had accepted his offer for marriage, "I'd be honored to give those girls and you my name" he said with so much love glowing in his eyes.

I missed him so much he'd been like a ghost since the accident, coming in and out the past couple of months grabbing things and going... well I wasn't really sure where he was staying. I just prayed where ever it was, was safe and that he was taking care of himself, I stood in between the dining and living room watching the pair for a minute. It was wonderful to see him interact with Lucy, I had been so distant with the girls as of late and felt horrible that they didn't have their father either. After a moment I cleared my throat.

"Hi, Nick" I said quietly trying to keep myself from running and throwing my arms around his neck. I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable... to drive him away again. I didn't care if he never talked to me again just having him in the house was like having a light in my heart again. "Um... dinner is about ready if your hungry. I..I..I don't want to keep you if your busy but... if your hungry you... could have dinner with us". I swallowed hard trying not to break down and cry in front of him

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I have to admit, my heart drops as soon as Dad speaks. He didn't answer the question. He isn't staying. Why else would he have avoided it?

"-dinner sounds great."
At least he's staying for dinner.

"I’d be right down," he continues, before leaving the room. I hear his footsteps on the stairs, followed by a sudden thud. After a few seconds of silence, however, the footsteps return.

I don't know why, but I suddenly feel angry, even though I had been delighted just a few seconds ago. What right does he have, after months, fucking months - sorry, I know Mom doesn't like it when I swear in front of you, but I think it suits the situation - to waltz right on in here like he owns the place, head upstairs, eat our food, then leave? Can't he see what a mess we're in?! He walked right in on me when I was in the middle of crying! And he probably doesn't even realize how much I've changed - we've all changed - since you died, Emma. He' s too busy sleeping out at who-knows-where. Prick.

Okay, maybe I'm being a little harsh. I know he's hurting too, Emma, but if we can stay in here with all your memories, why can't he?! Even Mom has managed! I realize that she isn't the same as she used to be... but neither am I. Neither is Madison. Neither is Dad. Even if he was always kind of annoying, and embarrassing, the old Dad wouldn't just walk out on us.

I suddenly realize that neither Mom nor Madison has noticed my red eyes or tear stained cheeks. I know they've probably been too caught up with Dad being back, but I'm having such a bad day, and I'm in such a bad mood that I don't even care. I just yell, "I'm fine, thanks for asking," even though no one said anything, before storming out of the living room and out the front door.

Instead of going back to the tire swing, I head to the lemon tree you planted when you were only little. Three, to be precise. I was ten at the time, and nothing please me more than every time you ran around the back of the house, and saw it had grown just a little bit more. I haven't been around here since the accidnet, and I don't think anyone else has, either. The trees leaves are an auburn colour, and I watch as one floats to the ground, to the collection of leaves piled around the tree. The rain must have kept it alive. For now, at least. I have a feeling this tree doesn't have that long to live.

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"Sissy?"
I glance over my shoulder, where Madison is slowly approaching me. I have to admit, I'm surprised she followed me. She hasn't been interested about my life for months. Why now?

"I..I'm not fine I'm not okay...and it's alright if you arent either," she continues, taking another cautious step forward. I suddenly feel like running towards her and hugging her, burying my tear stained face into her shoulder. But I know better. I'm not a kid any more. I can't just dump my problems on everyone else.

"How...how do you manage? Without Emma, I mean," I say, practically a whisper, and I'm not sure if Madison hears me, my voice flying away like a whisper. My words come out dry and croaky, and my voice cracks as I say your name. I haven't said the word Emma to anyone in so long.

I cough a little, trying to pass off my hoarse voice as a cold of some sort. I'm surprised Mum hasn't come out by now. Both her daughters are out here. Oh, wait, that's right - she doesn't care about us anymore Well, that, or she is busy handling Dad. Or both.

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"I sleep with guys never the same guy twice, self destructive I know but it makes me feel good and just for that moment...I forget...ya know?"
It's not the answer I was expecting. I'm so shocked. I didn't think that would be her answer at all. I almost whisper, "I know," in response, but think better.

"How about you sissy? How do you cope?"
I sigh. I should have seen that one coming. I turn my head towards her for a second, my face expressionless, before looking at then lemon tree. "I don't," I say, my voice cracking as I say it, and the lump in my throat making it hard to speak. I don't wait to see her reaction; I just run off, kind of like how we used to run around the garden when we were little, Emma, towards my favourite spot - the tire swing.

That lemon tree brought on too much memories, and now thoughts of you swarm my head. I'm being ridiculous, of course. It's not like I'm always a crazy mess of tears. But today is... different. I feel fragile, almost.

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I hear Madison say something, but I'm so caught off guard by the hug that I can't make it out.
"I love you sissy,and I don't want you to hurt or be sad," Madison whispers, though it's so faint, I'm not even sure if she was speaking to me, or if I was even supposed to hear it. I plaster a smile onto my face. This is what I've been waiting for all day. Actually, what I've been waiting for since you... left.

I try to count how many days it's been since you left us, but I come up with something else. Something more important.
Shit.
It's Madison's birthday.

I quickly wipe the tears that have begun to form on my sleeve, before pulling out of the hug. "Happy Birthday!" I say, as if I had remembered all along. I give her a small, forced smile, and give a sort of ironic laugh.
How fucked up our lives are.

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I gave a gentle smile when Nick decided to offer something to drink to Eric, instead of becoming protective and threatening the poor boy. I had always thought there was something more between him and Maddie, frankly I didn't mind too much he was a good boy, very respectful. I just hoped that Maddie realized it "Well dinner's about ready I think I'll go get the girls" I say as I turn and leave the two males to themselves.

When I get out in the backyard I realize how much I wasn't doing around the house these past months, the grass and weeds were getting high and turning into a jungle. It was something that Nick typically insisted doing, I think he somewhat enjoyed mowing the lawn at times cause it gave him time to himself. The girls are standing around, your lemon tree baby, I intrigued as I watch Maddie pick some lemons off.

"lets make lemonade for dinner so Emma can celebrate with us too"

I smile it had been a long time since something like that had touched my heart, recently it felt like there was nothing but sadness left but this. I almost cried from sure happiness and regret that I had been so distant from the girls. "Dinner's about ready... I made your favorite Maddie" I said with a smile "Sorry I didn't get you a present but... Happy Birthday" I say with a smile.

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"lets make lemonade for dinner so Emma can celebrate with us too"
I give a small gasp as Madison picks a lemon from the tree, but I'm over my initial shock quickly.
"Sure," I say, tears welling up in my eyes, but for the first time in months, they're tears of happiness, not sadness.

Mom comes over, and typically, she had remembered Emma's birthday all along. I can't believe I forgot. At least I'm not the only one. Dad probably forgot, too.
Or maybe that's why he came over today.

Speaking of Dad...
"Is Dad still here?" I ask Mom, giving her a weak smile.