Running From The Past, Falling Into Her Hands

A Familiar Face - 6

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                                                                       - - - - Johanna - - -

           Two days after previous Alice chapter (real time one)

 

Johanna woke up to her own screams. It was the nightmares again. She couldn’t stop dreaming about her days in the capitol, the dank, dark rooms, the screams and moans… the water. She shivered, pinching herself as a reminder to stop thinking about it. She got up, picking her way carefully around the pitch black room, making her way to the bathroom. She felt around for a minute, finally grasping the doorknob, and pushed open the door, flicking on the light. The bright light blinded her, she rubbed the spots from her eyes, then squinted as she stepped to the sink.

She turned the cold water faucet, letting the water run through her hands, she still flinched a little when the water first touched her skin, even though she had conquered her fear of water a few years ago, she couldn’t block the flow of memories that came from it. She still prefered juice and alcohol to water, and showered less than the usual person, but she wasn’t terrified like she was before. She could go out in the rain, and stomach showers and baths. She watched the rivulets of water slide down her wrists, weaving through her fingers and pouring onto the porcelain sink in a steady flow. She shook her head to wake from her reverie and cupped her hands, collecting the water. She rinsed her face multiple times, the cool water washing away her sweat from the nightmare.

There was no way she was going to sleep again. She changed into sweats, a soft T-shirt, and a hoodie, grabbed her keys, and walked out of her apartment.

She wandered the city streets, it was very late (or early depending on how you looked at it) and she saw one or two cars, and one drunk guy, but that was it, she was alone in a sleeping city. The spring night warm, wrapping her up in the yellow-y street lights and dark shadows. She started to breathed deeply, taking slow, relaxed steps, closing her eyes on the inhale, and opening them halfway on the exhale. On her fourth exhale, she saw a figure at the other end of the block jogging and stumbling towards her. She stepped into the shadows, until the figure was 20 feet away, and she heard the sobs. She stepped out, the soft part of her heart betraying her steely attitude in the isolated night.

“Hey,” she called gently, not too loud. The figure was a little less than ten feet away now, and she looked up. Johanna peered at her, trying to place the familiar face. She stared a few seconds longer, and though the heavy black eyeliner and mascara running down her face, she definitely recognized her.

She racked her brain, trying to unearth the memory, it wasn’t too long ago, she was so close, so close….

THE TRAIN!!!!!!! She had it.