To hopefully prevent writer's block I have decided to start a drabble challenge. In a series of 26 days I will write and post a story each day. My challenge is to start with the letter A and end with Z, coming up with my own themes based on that letter.

Keep the story on your alerts if you want to keep track! Also feel free to check out my other stories! And if this still doesn't get my updating feel free to send me a PM or tell me in a review that I need to get in line and post a chapter already!

Seriously. Do it.

Now... onto my first drabble!

A- Awful

Lily sat, slumped, leaning against the headboard of her bed. She stayed in place, her arms crossed, as she listened to her cousin babble on and on. To be quite honest, Lily wasn't even listening. The majority of what Rose was saying was going in one ear and out the other. All Lily wanted was to be alone and soak in her own sorrow. She most certainly was not up to having her ear being chatted off to.

"-he's not even worth all this moping. Can't you see that, Lily?"

Lily picked at her nail beds, oblivious to the words her cousin was saying.

"Lily! Can you pay attention for five seconds without worrying about your bloody nails?"

She snapped her head towards Rose, and narrowed her eyes. "Maybe I don't want to listen. Did you think about that?"

Rose ran her hands down her face and groaned. "Look," she said after a moment, "I'm just trying to help. The last thing I want for you is to waste time with this. Malcolm is an insidious prat! You're better than him and what he did to you. You have to know that."

Lily simply shook her head and pouted. "You don't understand."

Rose was taken aback. "I'm trying to."

"Try harder!" Lily yelled, her heart pumping with all the anger that had been building up in the past few days. "I know Malcolm is a prat! I know that! But that doesn't mean I have to look on the bright side, Rose! I'm sick of hearing that things will get better! Right now I just want to wallow in self pity! I just want to feel awful! Can't I have that?"

Her cousin ran a hand through her brightly colored locks. "Wouldn't it just be easier to forget?"

"No," Lily shook her head. "If I block it out, it will only be worse when I finally feel it."

The girls sat in silence for a moment, Lily staring blankly into the stitching of her blanket and Rose pondering the whole of the situation in her head. Finally, Rose hopped off her place on the bed. She paused for a moment and took a deep breath. "Okay," she said finally before gradually exited out of the dorm.

Lily's lips turned up, forming the tiniest of a smile. Slowly her smile melted back into a frown and she suck deeper into her bed. Pulling the covers over her head, Lily allowed herself to finally feel awful.