The Fearsome Five {Anna}
May 18, 2014 21:20:54 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on May 18, 2014 21:20:54 GMT -5
~~~Riker Talloway~~~
Shots are fired, my mother is screaming I am crying as blood splatters on the walls. I shove my hands onto my face as the tears stream down my face. Shots are fired again, my mother falls and now I am screaming, then I wake up. My heart is thundering within my chest and my body is covered in a coat of sweat. Even my hands are shaking from the dream, no, from my memory. I shakily push myself up into a seated position upon my small hard blue sleeping mats. I look over to my adoptive father in his small beaten up bed. He is sleeping with long heavy snores, he is lucky he can still sleep as hard as that. I have been scarred, branded by pain of the past and by the malice of the cruelest people.
My whole body is now shaking as the memory burns brighter and brighter as I think of it. Finally I am overwhelmed by its intensity and I hastily get to my feet. The old clock on the wall read 3:24 am, it may be early but I can't just lie here leaking into insanity. I make my way down the small stairs of the attic and into the main work level of my father's workshop. I find two heavy pieces of metal and begin lifting them, one, then the other, then both. I repeat the process over and over again and do not slow down until my memory is far gone and my head is filled with nothing but blank and meaningless thoughts.
I set the two heavy metal pieces down then walk over to a small wooden cabinet. I pull out an old and ripped white cloth which I use to wipe off the sweat on my face and arms. I then walk over to the window and look out into the early chilling morning that is keeping me company. Lights flicker on occasion and they spark my mind, I am like them flickering. I am alive like the lights but my mental security is just as those lights, flickering on and nearly off. My knuckles turn white as I grip the window sill tightly and my jaw clenches. I'm so weak, letting something like the past rule over me. I slam one of my fists into the window sill and I ignore the pain in my hand that follows. I shake my head vigorously, I just need to get out and away from here for a while.
I swiftly but quietly head back up to the attic and change into a fresh pair of clothes. I throw on a light blue tank top and some grey sweats; I then quickly put on a pair of socks and my only pair of shoes, white sneakers. Once finished with that as quietly as a mouse I evacuate my house/workshop. The cold morning air welcomes my heated body with a chilling embrace and I release a large sigh. Its much better out here, my mind can just go blank and now I can go anywhere I want. Where exactly do I want to go, runs through my head as I stand under a small flickering light. I smile creeps onto my face as the perfect place comes to picture in my mind.
I set off towards my destination walking slowly and silently through the district's streets. I am in no hurry what so ever, I would hardly doubt anyone would be up around this time. What time was it now? It has to be somewhere around five since I know I was lifting the metal for a good amount of time. I shrug it off as I make my final turn and begin the final stretch towards my destination. I smile widely as I walk into the small park just outside of the city area of the district. I head over to the small swing set with two swings and plop myself down into one. I don't swing but I just sit there enjoying the cool air and the peaceful silence of the district. The peace feels contagious, as it allows the world within it to sleep, it always allows the conflict inside my head die down as well. I breathe in the air deeply letting it swirl within my lungs then let it soar in a long sigh, I could stay out here for eternity.
