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The Dying of the Light Part 22
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"Is my baby girl okay?" Kit asked quietly. She didn’t begrudge her friends getting to see her sister, but she hoped that maybe Bette would be over her anger by now, not that she ever was when the tables were turned.
Shane sighed sinking into the chair, "I don’t know Kit, she doesn’t really talk." And when she does… Shane, like Tina, hadn’t seen Bette’s seemingly quick fall, so seeing Bette so downtrodden was painful to watch.
This Bette reminded Shane of a Bette a few years before Tina, she had just put Kit into rehab for the upteenth time. Kit wasn’t receptive and had punched her sister right in the nose resulting in 2 shiners she had for the weeks following.
Alice and Shane sat with her for days, convincing her one day Kit would forgive her and talk to her again. That Bette had done the right thing.
It never really helped, but some vodka and weed always did. Sometimes Shane missed the less uptight Bette, but a lot happened over the years to make her that way. To make her grow up and grow up fast.
Shane often wondered who Bette would be now if she didn’t have to look after her family all the time. Maybe we should have let her move to Venice after the first big argument her and Tina had like she wanted too.
Shane shook her head, trying to rid herself of the unwanted thoughts. They weren’t really responsible for what happened to Bette, but they were for the way that they treated her, that they could change.
"Does she miss us?" Alice asked quietly, her eyes carefully trained on her hands before her.
Shane smiled and reached over for her hand, "Maybe you can ask when we visit her in an hour." She suggested, pleased that those simple words could bring such a smile to the usually vivacious woman.
"Really?" Alice asked quietly.
Shane nodded, offering the last of her fries to the woman who continued to beam happily. There was something childlike and beautiful about Alice when you got beyond the adolescence.
"Good morning ladies," Helena called, breezing into a seat with her shopping bags.
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This story is really painful to read but I just can’t stop, it’s very addictive! I hope it’ll serve as a reminder that some of us do get through this. Please??
Depression is such a debilitating disease. Reading about Bette in this condition is terribly sad. Somehow she has to find the inner strength to recover.
Hello My Most Amazingly Beautiful Dee… with each and every passing word you share with me you can completely consume me with the darkness of a persons fears and the fear that one might not be enough for ‘love’ and the journey that not only affects one person but their entire family… and the world around them… I completely love how you delve into the mythology of these characters you give them depth and a past that completes the whole circle of who and where they come from… you are completely amazing my friend… I am so happy to finally be back in the game. Love and Hugs, Always and Forever, JC (Latin Nephew to those Salsa Angels, proud cuzzie to the ever inspiring Eunichick, Proud Cuzzie to our next ‘reader turned writer’ Cuzzie Patty, Proud Cuzzie to my Muse TCuz… and ever patient fanner of the ever amazing Deean)
This is a heartbrakeing story Deean, the friends make it all so bittersweet. Thank you Md aka Oma
that was heartbreaking… do they really think keeping angie from her will help her?hey update when you can :)PPS
Wow… This story is so powerful.. your writing is flawless and Bette’s journey is so familiar to me. Thank you for sharing this story! PPS
i meant cant wait :)
wow. I just caught up with your story and it is brilliant. Your such an amazing writer its surprising. The story is sad and moving and i hope Bette gets better. I seriously can wait for the next update.
Hi, dear sweet Deean! We always take our time to analyse the scenes you bring to us on your updates. This story has been painful to read from the very beginning and we made it clear to you. However, we also believe that sharing our thoughts would provide another insightful point. Therefore, after reading carefully, we are going to offer our honest appraisal. We still see Bette lost in deep darkness and she is not letting anyone in. We would define it as an obscure knowhere land, where she is uncapable of positive thoughts or a different appreciation of life. She is in the state of denial. That is, she denies herself the chance to identify herself as worthy or as a reliable person. There is no courage, no ambition, no desire to live. She chastisses herself for not fulfilling her suicide attempt. There is an absence of love; most importantly, the love she should feel for herself. We are of the opinion that if you love yourself, then you can transmit that love to others. Otherwise, the only thing you transmit is bitterness and the rage for being alive. Depression is sky high on Bette and if she is into medication, it is not working properly. Shutting herself from the outside world will only make it difficult to get the help she SO desperately needs. We think she requires a personal therapist. Someone with the sensitivity to reach out and get her out of knowhere land. Otherwise, we see a destructive pattern that will succeed in finalizing what she couldn’t accomplish when she sliced her wrists. There should be something that even Bette Lillian Porter could recognize as an instrument to return to the world of the living. PPS Hugs & kisses on both your cheeks.- Lucero & Marsha (Proud Salsa Aunties to the ever loving JC and Eunichick and Tias Adoradas to Patpez) P.S. Hang in there, with those 3 Master degrees. Also, take your time to see and smell the flowers.