She sat upon her daybed, staring out her window. Rain began it's soft melody of tapping against the glass. She hugged her pale scarred knees closer to her small frame. Her white blond hair cascaded down her shoulders. Clear blue eyes looked off into the forest-y distance.
"Oh Damien.." She whispered, her voice as soft as the wind. "Where are you?.."
She slid off of her perch like and agile cat, pulling her hair back and twisting it, hoping that it would stay, showing off scars on her wrist, telling their saddened stories of attempts to end life, the pain, the suffering.
She looked around her desolate room, her eyes bouncing off of the cedar floor and then to the bookcases, stacked with medical books, books of mysterious visitors, random journals. One caught her eye and she daintily began towards it, her small feet making no noise on the wood floor. She began to reach for it when a sound which was one of shattered glass bellowed throughout her large room. She spun around and grabbed a hold of the top of her white gown.
"...You.." She said in the same soft whisper.
[To be Continued]
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Sorry I was home sick again today and this was a little image that was running through my head the whole day. I couldn't quite figure out what I should do, so I'm making it into a little semi story :] I know HARDLY any of you read this, so -- I should be safe posting it here =P
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