*
Cara's mother grabbed Cara's wrists tight, possessing an intense gaze with the eyes of ancient pools; the colour of stormy seas. "Cara, you must listen. It is a dangerous world out there."
The woman's face is framed by lustrous waves of raven-black hair, cascading down her shoulders in gentle waves. Her slender figure is draped in flowing garments of deep purple velvet, black and red, adorned with intricate silver embroidery that is fond to shimmer in the light. Adorning her slender fingers were delicate rings, each adorned with a unique crystal, resonating with energy and purpose. From her neck hangs a pendant, a luminous moonstone encased in an intricate silver setting, radiating a soft, ethereal glow.
The mother shakes her daughter until the screams of the daughter end the chants of "Don't go," "Don't leave me" fill up the room like a colossal balloon attracted to the perimeter of the room, ready to pop.
Cara woke up, with a coldly shiver about her. Her head rammed against the train window, and her hair strands stuck to the mascara painted on her eyelashes, she fluttered her eyes open. It was a total forty five minutes left to reach the airport where she would begin her journey. Cara had packed a diary which was a gift from her Aunt Merilyn about two years ago and had not once been used. Cara took out the diary and smoothed over it's edges, rubbing dirt off the 'My Little Pony' cover. Cara took out her favourite pen from her pocket and started writing.
To myself in 5 days time.
How are you feeling right now?
(You can wait till 7 days if you haven't got a very justifiable answer yet. Plus the whole week later type thing is more coherent)
Make sure to ring mum.
Check she is okay.
Cara closed her notebook and sent Aunt Merilyn a picture of her sitting next to the train window with the diary in her hand from her new phone - which was Nokia because it was all she could afford with the money she had had left-.
