#enjoy a moody ceecee since i did drafts earlier on raph

[greenvengeance]

CLEO DIDN'T EXACTLY get tired very easily, nor very fast -- ironic, for the farmer who woke up at about 3 in the morning and went to bed at about 11 at night every single day -- but it was true. She'd always been hard to exhaust, always managed to scrape up some energy somehow, deep in the recesses of her entire system. It was a mystery to everyone who knew her, even her own family, but her father had been the same way before her, drawing energy out of thin air.

TODAY, THOUGH. TODAY was one of those rare days where all of that energy just seemed to disappear. Though she wouldn't admit it, most of it had been depleted in a flashback earlier -- it hadn't even been that big of a deal, just a small cut on her arm from a few thorns while horseback riding earlier, and she hadn't even noticed until she'd gotten back home and saw the blood staining her hands, sending her back to the wreck. Back to the searing pain in her face, Sabrina and Eddie's screaming, Richard's blood and glass everywhere-

SHE DIDN'T UNDERSTAND why her brain did this shit -- something completely unrelated, sending her right back to that fucking day, the day that she wanted to just forget for the rest of her life, to just remember as Pablo's birthday and nothing more and nothing less...of course, that's not what wound up happening, and Cleo was stuck with this eternal curse of endless remembering, trapped in the cycle of repeated crashes, repeated shattering, repeated screaming-

PLOPPING DOWN ON the front porch, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a little white box with a red triangle and black text that read " MARLBORO. " Using her thumb to slide it open, she lifted it to her mouth and pulled a cigarette out with her teeth, then pulled out a match with her other hand, struck it on the bottom of her boot, and finally lit the cigarette. Sitting there for a moment, looking around and making sure none of the animals snuck up on her, Cleo remained silent and took a deep drag. As she hoped for the nicotine to relax her nerves at least somewhat, her leg bounced, eyes darting around almost...nervously. Anxiously. Like she was anticipating something bad to happen at any moment.