Sky ( Charlie ) Winchester<br/>Location: The Library, The Green Grotto, Alley 74<br/>Tags: Bryn<br/>Charlie sat in the library far too long. Far too long she thought about her father, her home, her past, and the life she left behind. Any amount of time spent thinking of that man, the one she called dad, was too much. He didn’t deserve it. He was the reason she was where she was. If he had not pushed so much, if he had been a dad instead of what he was…..’No,’ Charlie thought, shaking her head and finally standing. ‘He doesn’t get one more second.’<br/><br/>She left the library, her steps heavy and somber.  The money in her pocket reminded her she was going to buy some food. ‘Something that will keep for more than a day. Something I can get some real substance from. The ice cream was fine, but I need real food. Charlie hadn’t really eaten much that day, but then again that was normal. When money teeters on the edge of you actually having some and being broke, you get use to not eating. She pushed her hair from her face as she looked over her choices, only looking up once when she thought she felt eyes on her. Her instincts were right. It was a lady, impecaably dressed and clearly understanding Charlie didn’t belong there.  Still she offered her a smile only to have the woman whisper at her, “You better hurry up and leave. They will call the police if they catch you stealing.” Stealing? Charlie didn’t get angry, at first. Her words hurt more than anything. Charlie pulled her hand out of her pocket slowly, causing the woman to take two steps back quickly, afraid of what she had in her hand. She revealed the money to her. She left the shop, not bothering to say anything else to Charlie. The woman’s reaction to her wasn’t something she hadn’t seen before. Those words, the way she made her feel, it was all common, but tonight something was different. Tonight she had father’s memory hanging over her, embracing her.<br/><br/>She left the shop, bag in hand. Charlie just wanted to get out of there. Normally Gramery filled her with such happiness. Tonight the memory would shroud any joy she felt when inside these walls. Charlie felt as though she were smothering. The walls were closing in. She had to get outside in the open air. The doorman opened the door, giving her an indifferent look. It wasn’t Charlie. He had long gone home. She didn’t even offer him a smile. Nothing. All she wanted was the freedom that the first deep inhale would bring. Charlie drank in the air, taking a few deep breaths just outside of Gramercy. Still the bustling street offered more prying eyes. She shook her head, wanting to get away from them. With String’s case in one hand, and the bag from The Green Grotto in the other hand, she turned making her way towards her alley, towards home. As she entered her eyes were down, but she looked up, she saw….him. The weight of the day combined with finding someone here was too much. “Hey! What are you doing in my…..” Her words stopped. She smelled..it. The smell was so familiar. The confident Charlie, so ready to rip him apart for being in her home was now..wavering. Her lips as she moved tried to think of something to say. All of the finishing school lessons she had been given, everything she had learned from her parents was all gone. Old receptors in her brain were thrust alive. She could feel it, that old familiar need awakening. She knew what it could do, what it would do. Too many times she had felt the relief for everything that the very thing he was smoking would bring. When it finally wasn’t enough, Charlie had graduated to different substances. Her arms were proof of that.  Her mouth almost watered as she wanted it. That past was ancient history to her, but all it took was one inhale and she was wavering. “I..I’m just gonna sit over here and..have..something to eat. When you’re done..just..just uh..leave. Okay? Not like you don’t know to do that or anything. This is my home. So you..you just go ahead and finish up.”  The words even sounded strange, stupid, to her. Charlie carefully placed Strings on the ground before sliding down the side of the building. Her eyes kept glancing over to him, but she would rip her gaze away. She shed her coat before digging in the bag. A carrot. As if the vegetable would be any kind of substitute, she still took a bite as she looked forward, forcing herself not to look at him again.