A tear kissed her cheek, wet and moist, yet comforting in all the same package, its transparent shell glowing as the dying sunlit evening light recershaded off it. She was kneeling, sitting on her legs, cradling herself as the pain overflowed her body, breaking her soul into the dark shadow that screamed with agony of submission, of the loss. She gasped, trying to shove her feelings into the little bottle she kept her emotions in, before giving out into another fit of silent tears as she slowly, ever so slowly, tried to block out the pain and stand up.
She tore at the grass, the taste that stood on her tongue full of a bitter tang, like the taste of a failed game, the taste of anger that boiled in the pit of your stomach growing hot as the ember burned with more and more intensity. Her blue orbs blink swayed the tears as she heard the school doors open. The Counsel. He was a buff man, His black hair swaying back and forth as he shifted his weight, His green eyes, the color of the new born leaf, looking around with such concern, it seemed like a movie to her, Everything. Everything was so unreal, like it wasn't even reality.
She's gone.
The thought, it dwelled on her for so long now, and everything she heard those words. She clutched her hands again, trying to force back the pain, keeping it at bay. Stand up. You can't let them see you like this! They'll think you weak! They'll make your life more miserable than it already is. You can't It felt as if someone was speaking though her own mind, but she knew it was her pride telling her that.
She got to her feet, flat and smooth, the grass crunching like sand paper. Her Blue, Black and Green shoes lay next to her. She narrowed her round shoulders and looked at the painted sky, with interest, anything. Anything to get her mind off what was, and return to her own world, where she never felt pain, the thought had her tensing. Keep Control. The though like a dart, whirling with ferocity as it passed, the breeze, like a gentle whisper.
"Araina?" His voice, smooth and gental, and enticing.
The thought had her remembering to Mason. She shook her head, riding the clouds that swamped her head. She turned around.
"Yes Sir?" Her voice, soft and sweet, as if her words were the song the birds sang, the honey that dipped from it home. But sounds and looks can be deceiving, don’t you agree?
"It's Time to come, they’re here." He spoke gentle, briefing himself for the worse; He knew how emotion she could get with the glass bottle busted into shreds.
No! She said, without knowing she even said it aloud. Her eyes watered, like a new leaf full of the sweet morning’s dew. Like a bit of rain on a Sunday morning. She felt her knees threaten to unbuckle from under her.
"This is not a debate! I'm tired of that attribute of yours! So what, she’s gone! Get over it!" He said finally, his anger bolting from its hiding place and striking where it said fit. The girl tense, she looked like she was about to fall over before she looked him in the eyes, a gesture, not often given. Her eyes screamed with anger, of sorrow, of all the untold stories. The man, had no idea of what’s going on. What was running though her head? She took a deep breath, but this did nothing to stop the anger, black as tar, sticky as glue and as prickly as a thorn, her eyes, cold as a frozen pond up in Alaska.
"Don't tell me what to do. I will do what I want, and I am not going with them either! I can take care of myself! I don't need their help. Good Day." Her voice, strong, sassy, her eyes flaring like a brilliant blue fire as evening with fingers of velvet rose stroked the sky. She turned tail and walked to where she had always gone to be alone. The place of comfort, but it would bring no comfort this time, as she was gone, and never to return to this Forsaken place.
What caused her to leave? The sentence. The Sentence Repeated it's self in her head, like a broken record, unable to answer it or move on. She felt like a doe in the middle of headlight, unsure whether to fight all those who came near, or to flee. She ran on the sidewalk, usually, on a normal occasion, she would want to fit in. Not the case. This time. She ran, her blood pounding in her ears, Adeline pumping though her veins like a summers day. Her blonde hair strike the air behind her, Her new tennis shoes sounding on the sidewalk with a quick Thump, Thump, Thump Quick in secession and repeating, Her eyes quickly meandering.
Her clothing wasn't gaudy; if anything else it was the exact opposite! But she didn't care. She didn't want to be like the new pop singers like Lady Gaga, Or Nicky. Bah! She couldn't care! She stopped breathless, and stared, lost in reality. She gasps for the air, which was deprived from her dry lungs. Her ears red as crimson; She took flight again, but not on the cemented sidewalk. No. Into the forest where colors of leaves danced onto the floor, the sun, peeking over the horizon, glared at her from behind, or it felt like to her. Her pain, her sorrow, her anger. It was rushing though her veins like poison. She stumbled, and caught herself, quick and graceful, but not without some wounds to go along. She stopped at the abandon shack, it was grey, It looked like it was corrupted or even defiled, but she knew not to judge a book by its cover. She climbed the steps that others would have suspected weak, but she knew better. The door creaked open on rusty hinges, and let it fall shut behind her. She knew her father wouldn't notice she was gone. Her brother might, but all thoughts faded into dim memories as for the first time, she came in without her. She stumbled, and this time didn't let her instincts take over, but let the pain overflow her, now that she was alone. Her body agitated, her lungs suppressed of air, but didn't feel the need to beg for the item it desired. No. She got on all fours and crawled, like a weeping child to the little stand-off bed that she and she had created together.
She's gone.
The bellowed into more tears, crying her sleep deprived body into oblivion, where they foretold whether she would dream in content peace or running with fear.
