Contained and Released

Oceans

When Flora went wandering after him, it was a pretty long trek to be honest. To make the walk last a lot longer, obviously she had to wait behind a lot but the beast of a man was marching up stairs really quickly and seemed too angry to realise she was even there.

Eventually he reached a door on the top floor and swung the door open. Flora crept up to the door and listened to what was going on inside. All she could here was the sound of locks clicking together and a big ruckus which then lad to the sound of something pounding onto something else.

It was strange where he was placed, she didn't think the college was that mean to put this guy in a abandoned part of campus.

The area was dark, it could use some more light really. The blinds were pulled down on the windows with thick layers of dust glittered on them too. Truthfully, it was not where she wanted to be right now as the regret pulled at her heart crying out to her, begging her to leave. Clear as daylight the solution was, but she couldn't help but pity the gigantic beast and wait a little bit longer. Even though he new she wasn't there, she could practically feel his emotional pain through the growls, shouts and bangs in the forbidden room transferring to her own emotional pain. 

She knew it was a way people coped. Any distraction was a bad one but she liked to think that they weren't. That within itself was a distraction from the unknown truth nobody wanted to ultimately face, what ever that was. 

People like her and the poor man in the desolate room were like caterpillars in a cocoon in the middle of the ocean. No hope. No reason why, but many reasons to come up with. Thoughts like these brought the ocean to her drowning depths of eyes, until a sunshine she found on the other side dried it up, and she forgot for the time being.

Anger arose in her veins, poisoning her blood and flowing through her whole being. How on earth could she compare herself to the man in the room. She didn't know anything, she was just as senseless as the rest. Her fist clenched and she walked away, sulking at her bad judgmental behaviour.

The situation was the spitting image of a critique picking a book to read, judging the book before looking at its contents. Swarms of soul shacking similes and metaphors. Feelings only the author could fully comprehend. The journey of personal existence and experience within it.

Oceans meandered down her face, leaving a trail that once was, leaving the sunshine to tend to it. Calm, gentle, curing. A little cry washed away and killed the pain of the wrongs for sometime. Cry again later once the dark thumps of the hearts guilt runs over edge to calm the storm, not get rid of it. 

After the episode, Flora was soon back into her dorm room that she shared with this girl called Chandler but she preferred if everyone called her Chance. She was quite tall, standing at around six foot and was part of a mixed race family of what Flora believed was white American and Vietnamese. She was really pretty in most beholders eyes with black dyed hair with red highlights and had small features, knitting her face together quite perfectly. From what the outsiders could see, she was a troubled soul, who often bad mouthed people when in defence. 

Then to Flora, she ignored her. As in Chandler didn't speak to Flora. Not in a rude way at all even though if it wasn't Flora, Chandler would've had a tsunami coming her way. It was bitter respect for each other, and even though Flora wasn't aware of this, Chance had a small place for the respected and esteemed girl in her heart. It was just easier for Chance that she only interfered with her life when she needed it, not when she had done anything to deserve it.

On one half of the dorm bedrooms was all Chance's and the others was Flora's, as expected. On Chance's side there was spray painted posters of Chance's own statement art and just lots and lots of red things. Where as on Floras' side there was bookshelves and what she admitted was her happiness - stars. It was a secret obsession of hers. If anyone where to look at her side of the room they would've thought one word - tumblr. But It was always going to be so, so much more than that. Never a stereotype, always her own type along with Chances' own type.

Launching herself on her bed, facedown hiding her book to her chest in hope hat the gibberish mess of words would some how sink themselves into the book and make sense. Or the other idea was that she could write a piece of music to play on the piano, that seemed to make more sense than blatant words at the moment. 

She got up, huffing out a chunk of negative energy and smiled at herself in the mirror opposite her. This is what people like to see, what they wish to see for everyone, and she would try and make it as real as possible with the hope of happiness still battling with everything else in her system.

About 4 hours of hard work later, there was scribbles and ruffled paper everywhere. To see if the melodies and such worked, she used one of those apps on her phone of a virtual piano since she didn't have one herself. When she went to play it on a real piano, it was bound to sound different but she could always make changes, and keep doing so until she saw it as perfection. As the beholder of the beauty no one else saw.

A clock struck nine o'clock alerting her that if she carried on looking for imperfections or improvements, she would be up all night, and she did not like waking up past nine o'clock in the morning. 

Why waste hours of a potentially perfect day?  

Even though that might not be realistic, and Flora knew that very well but that was ok, she wasn't going to be punished for having hope, she refused to believe it. That it was truly ok to think what you want for the next day, maybe get disappointed but it was ok and there was no because for it, it could just be that way, and she didn't have a problem with it.

Then with that she turned off the light  and got into bed knowing Chance would come back in the middle of the night, always quietly and be just fine.

Serenity, stars, sleep.

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