Post by Winter Holiday on Jun 21, 2007 17:26:01 GMT -5
Plap, plap, plap.
Rain trickled down lightly apon the land, just giving off the left overs from the previous flood of rain that had just been out. At the moment, the grounds and everything that stood apon it was drenched in water. The animals that dared to walk across the grass quickly found that their paws or feet would be completely covered in a drench, and they'd find height quickly. There was just about no people out that night. Who would on such a dreadful evening?
Though, this was not completely true. There was one person still out, their trainers echoing against the sidewalk as their owner ran. Blonde hair flashed out of a drenched light blue hoodie, the hood up over the woman's head. A pair of blue eyes stared ahead, filled with left over tears. This woman had left her home an hour or so ago after abruptively awaking from a terrible nightmare.
Though the nightmare really was only a flashback. One of when her father had first raped her. Ironically, it was on a stormy day. Oh how much more detailed and scarier had it been that day then in her dream. But it still hurt. She was still scared of her dead father. In whole, she was scared of men. After being molested, raped, and beated by her own flesh and blood, who wouldn't?
The only way that Winter Holiday knew how to not think about things anymore, other than to do something artistic, was to run. It didn't matter where, or when. Just as long as it was far. And boy, had she went a long way. Exhaustion overcame her fragile body, and finally, she collapsed onto a bench. Winter wiped the sweat and tears off of her face. Shaking her head, breathing hard, she let her eyes tilt up to the sky, looking at the cresent moon.[/size]
Rain trickled down lightly apon the land, just giving off the left overs from the previous flood of rain that had just been out. At the moment, the grounds and everything that stood apon it was drenched in water. The animals that dared to walk across the grass quickly found that their paws or feet would be completely covered in a drench, and they'd find height quickly. There was just about no people out that night. Who would on such a dreadful evening?
Though, this was not completely true. There was one person still out, their trainers echoing against the sidewalk as their owner ran. Blonde hair flashed out of a drenched light blue hoodie, the hood up over the woman's head. A pair of blue eyes stared ahead, filled with left over tears. This woman had left her home an hour or so ago after abruptively awaking from a terrible nightmare.
Though the nightmare really was only a flashback. One of when her father had first raped her. Ironically, it was on a stormy day. Oh how much more detailed and scarier had it been that day then in her dream. But it still hurt. She was still scared of her dead father. In whole, she was scared of men. After being molested, raped, and beated by her own flesh and blood, who wouldn't?
The only way that Winter Holiday knew how to not think about things anymore, other than to do something artistic, was to run. It didn't matter where, or when. Just as long as it was far. And boy, had she went a long way. Exhaustion overcame her fragile body, and finally, she collapsed onto a bench. Winter wiped the sweat and tears off of her face. Shaking her head, breathing hard, she let her eyes tilt up to the sky, looking at the cresent moon.[/size]
