Lucky Damnation
By Joel M. Andre
© 2015 by Joel M. Andre
All Rights Reserved
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
For Sage – 7 years later, you remain the greatest mystery of all.
Prologue
A strong winter wind blowing outside had Trisha Haviland looking up from the scratcher ticket in her hand. The empty braches flowing like tiny hands clawing at the sky in agony, captured her attention. There were times she would sit there and debate whether or not the wind was nothing more than lost souls barreling across the land in a last attempt to escape death, before they finally went to their final destination.
If this was the case, the howling, the sudden chill and the feeling that icy claws were grasping at the skin would make sense to Trisha. As the wind blew harder, Trisha could feel her chocolate brown eyes open just a bit wider and her pulse jump a few beats. There was another reason why she didn’t like the wind.
To embrace the wind also meant that she had to leave the comfort of her home. For the last three years, the world seemed dangerous and uninviting. The change wasn’t all of a sudden. It just seemed to happen over the course of time. People seemed to go from being warm and sweet, to darker souls that were focused on consuming and dealing out negative situations. Their words would burn at her and their cold, soulless looks would focus on everything that was wrong with her.
She could feel their eyes cutting through her weight and she could feel their silent judgmental words.
“Look at the lumps of fat and flesh on that cow.” The silent voices would call. “Has she ever heard of a gym? Maybe if she tried to eat a salad instead of chips she could lose a few pounds.”
They didn’t need to speak a word to her, she knew exactly what they thought and said. Frankly, it was easier for everyone if she stopped coming out. So that’s what she did. She could deal with the disapproving looks of the mail lady and the disgusted looks of the delivery drivers, but what’s done is done. She was okay with it and this was going to be a better choice for her in the long run.
As the tears trickled down her soft white skin, she wiped it away. Pushing back on the chair behind her computer, Trisha stood up and tried to regain her composure. Walking to kitchen, she tearfully turned on the light and hurried over to the fridge. Looking through the contents, she found the last bottle of water and grabbed it.
The cool plastic felt good against her skin and she closed her eyes and pressed it against her neck. She knew she was getting herself worked up and knew it was time to calm down. Slowly, she inhaled and opened her eyes and exhaled.
“Get it together Trisha!” She snarled at herself.
Grabbing the hard plastic cap, she unscrewed the bottle top and put the small plastic opening to her lips. Then tilting the bottle back she felt the cool water flow down her throat as she chugged the water from the bottle. With the bottle done, she walked over to the trash and tossed the empty bottle in and caught her reflection in the stainless steel fridge.
“You are a disgusting 150 pound cow!” She hissed at her reflection. “Eat a salad sometime!”
Her words were harsh and unrealistic. The image of obesity in her mind was far from the reality of what she was.
For a moment, her eyes shifted across the room. Shelves full of mementos of her childhood she clung to were covered in dust. Old dolls that were once vibrant were caked with dust and in disrepair.
A photograph of an old B movie actor she once loved, was fading on the wall. The glass was dirty and was in desperate need of a cleaning.
Like the rest of her life, Trisha had allowed her living space to become cramped and crowded with memories of the past. These memories would go on to haunt her for a lifetime.
Turning to go, she sank back down in front of her computer. Pulling
By Joel M. Andre
© 2015 by Joel M. Andre
All Rights Reserved
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
For Sage – 7 years later, you remain the greatest mystery of all.
Prologue
A strong winter wind blowing outside had Trisha Haviland looking up from the scratcher ticket in her hand. The empty braches flowing like tiny hands clawing at the sky in agony, captured her attention. There were times she would sit there and debate whether or not the wind was nothing more than lost souls barreling across the land in a last attempt to escape death, before they finally went to their final destination.
If this was the case, the howling, the sudden chill and the feeling that icy claws were grasping at the skin would make sense to Trisha. As the wind blew harder, Trisha could feel her chocolate brown eyes open just a bit wider and her pulse jump a few beats. There was another reason why she didn’t like the wind.
To embrace the wind also meant that she had to leave the comfort of her home. For the last three years, the world seemed dangerous and uninviting. The change wasn’t all of a sudden. It just seemed to happen over the course of time. People seemed to go from being warm and sweet, to darker souls that were focused on consuming and dealing out negative situations. Their words would burn at her and their cold, soulless looks would focus on everything that was wrong with her.
She could feel their eyes cutting through her weight and she could feel their silent judgmental words.
“Look at the lumps of fat and flesh on that cow.” The silent voices would call. “Has she ever heard of a gym? Maybe if she tried to eat a salad instead of chips she could lose a few pounds.”
They didn’t need to speak a word to her, she knew exactly what they thought and said. Frankly, it was easier for everyone if she stopped coming out. So that’s what she did. She could deal with the disapproving looks of the mail lady and the disgusted looks of the delivery drivers, but what’s done is done. She was okay with it and this was going to be a better choice for her in the long run.
As the tears trickled down her soft white skin, she wiped it away. Pushing back on the chair behind her computer, Trisha stood up and tried to regain her composure. Walking to kitchen, she tearfully turned on the light and hurried over to the fridge. Looking through the contents, she found the last bottle of water and grabbed it.
The cool plastic felt good against her skin and she closed her eyes and pressed it against her neck. She knew she was getting herself worked up and knew it was time to calm down. Slowly, she inhaled and opened her eyes and exhaled.
“Get it together Trisha!” She snarled at herself.
Grabbing the hard plastic cap, she unscrewed the bottle top and put the small plastic opening to her lips. Then tilting the bottle back she felt the cool water flow down her throat as she chugged the water from the bottle. With the bottle done, she walked over to the trash and tossed the empty bottle in and caught her reflection in the stainless steel fridge.
“You are a disgusting 150 pound cow!” She hissed at her reflection. “Eat a salad sometime!”
Her words were harsh and unrealistic. The image of obesity in her mind was far from the reality of what she was.
For a moment, her eyes shifted across the room. Shelves full of mementos of her childhood she clung to were covered in dust. Old dolls that were once vibrant were caked with dust and in disrepair.
A photograph of an old B movie actor she once loved, was fading on the wall. The glass was dirty and was in desperate need of a cleaning.
Like the rest of her life, Trisha had allowed her living space to become cramped and crowded with memories of the past. These memories would go on to haunt her for a lifetime.
Turning to go, she sank back down in front of her computer. Pulling
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