Post by parker on Jul 21, 2010 17:05:58 GMT -5
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Empty. That was it! Pride surfaced for a moment but then was quickly vanquished by dark thoughts. Pride was not something she should not be feeling, she had nothing to be prideful of. In all actuality the dark haired brunette should be feeling humiliated. She was hopelessy lost at the moment, hadn’t had much food since that horrid festival if one could even call it that… more like a nightmare worthy of hell. The youth sighed, her teal hued gaze like a lighthouse’s beam as she searched the barren land before her. She’d lost all her friends, Keith had simply vanished, probably scared the handsome red headed bloke off too and then Ce-…. No she musn’t say the C word, that would bring back that horrid throb in her chest that felt like someone was stabbing her, at the moment it was a ghost of a memory, barely stinging but it was still faintly there and the youth could do nothing about it. So she was just going to have to suck it up… An image of a curly headed girl played across in her head.. Talbot. The girl matched the name and face together, clicking the picture with a ghost of a smile. No, she mustn’t feel prideful at this either, just because she could remember someone’s name meant nothing. Just like naming how she felt… empty. That was nothing to be prideful about. A lonely sigh filled in her chest and then slipped out as paper thin eye lids slid down like blinds on a window. Fluttering for a moment until the girl finally gave in. She hadn’t slept in an awfully long time, she’d been so worked up, so confused and scared about that girl. That girl. The throb in her chest grew more pronounced and Channler doubled over. Maybe something else was wrong with her, maybe it was that weird rotten smelling fruit she had gotten her hands on. Channler bit her lip and slid to the ground. She could hear the waves rolling now, the silent slumber of the crests as they barely came up. She listened, focusing on the scenery with her eyes firmly shut. The waves gained, and now grew in height, rolling upwards in massive hills, white foam churning as the spray hit the beach smoothing whatever marks were pressed into the sand. It was all erased and the brunette wished she could drown out her memories of Ivory Island.
Channler sighed in relief, the pain was gone and her stomach was no longer twisted in knots. The youth picked herself up, brushing the sand off her torn jeans. Patting her back pockets, Channler felt a familiar lump and pulled out a chap stick tube. This she could feel triumphant about and a smile brightened her features as she applied it, savoring the taste of vanilla, she’d missed it. Channler inhaled the fumes, breathing them in deep. It was the little things that helped the girl keep going. She looked up, staring into the sky as she walked down the edge of the beach, close enough to the waters edge to let it lap at her bare skin. It felt good, it felt normal… Channler grinned, sticking her hands in her back pockets wondering if anyone else would be up and about. She hoped so. This time maybe she wouldn’t be too hyper on the first impression, maybe she’d get a stable friend. Someone she’d have whenever she was in trouble or needed to talk to, she really did need one of those.
Or maybe just maybe she’d she a flash of unnatural red hair or those beautiful big blue eyes. No, she was drowning again, drowning in Cerise’s perfection.
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