sweet tea. -tkam

pointless.

TW: TRAUMA, NIGHTMARE, SELF HATE, PTSd

-third pov-

Daisy rushed into the station, tripping over her feet and fumbling with her bags as she frantically made her way to buy tickets. It was only when she got to the booth that she realized...she neeeded to know where she was going in the first place.

"Oh biscuits..." she muttered

"Ehm....sir..? Where is this train here goin?"

"Um..." the man said

She peeked over the edge of her piled up bags in her arms.

"Maycomb county Alabama is the final destination for this one ma'am"

"Alabama...?"

She thought for a moment, and looked at the train.

"Oh, yeah, that'll do, it's...yeah, no I can do that that's ok" she said in a breath as she paid.

She hurried into the train and sat down with a relived sigh as it began to depart. It was then that her decision began to settle in.

-daisys pov-

My inner dialog replayed the man's voice, maycomb county Alabama. Alabama wasn't TOO far. I wondered if it was near the beach, maycomb county. I thought for a moment if there was anywhere I'd rather move.
    Georgia was closer, and I'm sure it's beautiful, but I didn't know it any better than maycomb. How bad could it be? I'm sure I would love it, I thought.  I gazed out the window, looking at the lush southern fields.             

     The land was beautiful. Lush green hills and valleys of amber grain, ponds and creeks pouring out into little rivers, beautiful forests and colorful flora.
     As time passed, My eyes grew harder to keep open, I hadn't slept that night, and crying didn't help. The mesmerizing view both lulled me to sleep, and tempted me to stay awake. I fought sleep for hours as I enjoyed the moving scenery, but once the sunset faded into navy skies, I slept. They night I had an odd dream, one so...uncanny...to the events of my past.

~her dream, 3rd pov~

      The room was dark, and impossibly silent. Daisy pulled herself to her feet, her head throbbing. She couldn't tell if her eyes were open or shut due to the consuming darkness around her, and she stumbled on what felt like miles of broken glass.
    She reached Infront of her, grasping at something not there, when lights flickered on. The lights hummed and buzzed, blinding her for a moment though they were yellowed and dim. Her hand was placed on a cold counter top, and she could hear water dripping. She was in a small bathroom, her old houses bathroom, the one nearest her bedroom.
      The mirror was far too grimey to see herself in, and the bathroom looked as if in a state of decay, more than it had been before. She looked at the floor, but instead of broken glass, she saw blood. Her heart stopped for a moment as she realized the faucet was far too rusted to produce water, as she watched a drop of thick, red blood drip from between her legs.
       She tried to scream but felt dizzy. She gripped and surfaces but they became blurry, and she missed. She fell, and was consumed in an ocean of blood, the muffled dripping noises ringing in her ears. She gasped for air as she tried to find the surface but the blood rose higher with each inch she swam. Crashes filled the dream now.
     Screams, bangs, gunshots, footsteps, crashes, and a final slam of the basement door pulled her from her sleep.

~end dream. Daisy pov~

     I held my hand on my chest, feeling my heartbeat, knowing I was alive. My surroundings became clear again, I was on the train. I was fine, I was safe. I sat back, a feeling of unease taking over me.
      This is stupid, I thought. I knew in my heart that I would only relive the same life in any other state, I knew deep down it was a waste of time and money to try and escape my reality, but I just couldn't give up.
      Even though I hadn't a chance at any other life I didn't want to die without at least trying. I leaned my head against the cold window, looking at the stars.
       They were beautiful, I only wished they weren't surrounded by darkness. I liked stars, but most times I never got to see them, because the darkness of night in which they shined it was just unbearable.
      I sighed as I thought deeper about it all. It was stupid to come here, it was stupid to think that moving would ever help me when I'm the problem.