I don't remember much of those first days. Blinding pain. Screaming. Momentary relief. More screaming. And then isolation. I was always.. alone.
I hated it.
I hated being alone and in pain.
I hated it.
Until I welcomed the white, painles...
Quick A/N: Rose is 17 years old, and Layla is 21. Just thought I should point that out :)
I rocked back and forth gently in my hammock, writing an entry in my journal. As I did, the wind blew at my short bleached hair, the original brown peeking out underneath the layers of blonde.
My dark brown eyes made their way back to my journal, and I continued what I had been writing.
February 14th, 202012:32 pm
So today's my 3 month anniversary of being O'Donnely's right-hand woman. Hopefully I can keep this going, and not screw something up like the klutz that's I am. I mean, I've made it this far without incident, so maybe that's a good sign? All I know is, it's a good thing to be in the know in times like these. And being kicked from O'Donnely's side would not help with that. Anyways, he called it off. The search we had going for Mom, Dad, and the others. He actually got really mad, which absolutely terrified me, and also made me cry. He screamed at me that they're dead and that I'd have to accept that.(He can have some anger issues sometimes.) Of course, I'm not going to. I guess I'm gonna have to continue the search myself. I'm trying to decide if I wanna let Rose in on it. Telling her would just be adding another person to the list for O'Donnely to kick out if he ever found out about it. So maybe I won't. But, then again, it feels kinda wrong not telling her. I'll have to think about it.
I clicked my pen shut, closed my journal and sighed, leaning my head back against the hammock. A chill wind came blowing through and I shivered, pulling my tattered coat tighter around myself.
My eyes began to examine the camp around me, as I absently watched what people were doing.
Daniel Stewart, a goofy, skinny 24 year old with short, curly brown hair, was chopping some wood. I raised an eyebrow, unable to believe that his skinny arms could hold up a 30 pound axe, and swing down with enough force that it sliced the wood piece in half. He paused for a moment to catch his breath, wiping sweat from his forehead. His green eyes caught mine and I quickly looked away.
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Embarrassed, I felt the heat of blush climb up my neck, even though it was probably 30 degrees out. I knew he liked me, and I didn't want to lead him on, so I avoided his gaze and pretended like I had been sleeping.
As I lay there with my eyes closed, I could feel exhaustion wearing down my shoulders. Really, a nap didn't sound like such a bad idea. I adjusted myself to a more comfortable position and let out a tired sigh.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, Daniel shouted something. "Nice catch, Rose!"
I opened my eyes for a moment to see Rose heading to the kitchen, dragging a dead deer behind herself. She didn't even glance back at Daniel.
"Thanks, Daniel!"
And she disappeared into the kitchen. I closed my eyes once again, and this time almost immediately fell into a deep sleep.
