Cirque-de-la-soeurs [matt]
Aug 14, 2011 14:30:18 GMT -5
Post by Arrow on Aug 14, 2011 14:30:18 GMT -5
She left a week to roam, your protector's coming home
[/color]KALLIE KROW[/color]
Keep your secrets with you, Safe from the outside[/color]
You walk along the stream, head caught in a walking dream[/center][/i][/color]
If one was to fall, she would certainly fall with them. That was how everything seemed to fall into place of the world of Kallie Krow. She'd play copycat. Whatever one did she cared deeply for, Kallie would copy. She played her game until she witness her father, in blind rage, murder her mother with the family kitchen knife. One brutal stab in the chest and it was done. Kallie could still remember having to bite her lip so hard it bled for an hour to not scream, terrified she would be slaughtered as well. Dying as one thing she couldn't copy. She could take the fall for a sin with someone, not wanting them to face it alone. but dying or murder, taking the fall for the murder, she would not. She was forced to cry witness to the murder, and was forced to relive it. Then, her father was sent away. For a great while longer, her world was just empty. Nothing was left for her to cling for. Every night her sleep was tormented by the image of her mother's carnage. She could not escape the horrible chapter in her life. She could never go back to normal.
Kallie was simply wandering the streets absentmindedly. It was another one of those days where she wasn't thinking much. The clouds were very large and puffy today, she had taken note of, and as she walked, kept her eyes on the sky, making shapes out of the white balls. Kallie wanted to skip, but she wasn't finding her energy today, to talk, or really do anything at all. She had only gotten about an hour of sleep- the nightmares were just too horrible. Every night more salt was dumped into the wound in her heart, and it stung like a billion bees all at once. She couldn't take it, no matter how much she tried to hide it. She was at her breaking point. No amount of talking, or cloud shaping could do the trick.
Her head was in the clouds. Kallie had let the buzz of the District turn to a milky blur around her, and she kept gazing off at the periwinkle sky. She wanted to be happy go lucky again. Most of the time, she was. It was just, just these some days that she couldn't handle the burden of what she payed witness to and fell through the cracks of, was it insanity, or insane grief? There was a very thin, foggy, but fine line between the two. Was it possible to have a foot in each? Possible that one half of her was feeling one raw emotion while the other a different, but equally as riveting one?
Then, she stopped walking. She felt a painful pang in her toe, the rush of white pain rushing up her whole leg, throbbing with her heartbeat. Then, as she slowly came back down to the parched summer earth, she felt her whole ballerina body lurch forwards... Kallie flung her arms out in front of her, bracing to catch herself. She had tripped a thousand times before, and caught herself and had been fine. As she watched her hands fall faster towards the ground, she noticed the glass bottle laying on the sidewalk. Kallie felt the heated glass of the bottle on her hands before her weight imploded it. Shards of glass flew everywhere, and right into Kallie. The pain made her forget she had to catch herself, and her back struck the heated pavement with a thud.
For a moment she just lay there in a haze, her only feeling pain. A throbbing, white hot pain throughout her entire petite body. Her breath was hitched on her throat. She was racking her brain for anything she could do, but the pain was fuzzing everything else out. Glass was buried in her face. She could see the scarlet blood already streaming down her cheeks and her hands. There was even one shard of glass buried in her neck.
Then, the adrenaline started pulsating through her. Kallie knew she had to get help. She tried to ignore the blood, feeling her stomach flutter with each flash of red she saw on herself. Horrified and fueled by fear, she tried to regain her legs. All the blood rushed to her head, making her feel dizzy and disoriented. This wasn't the way she had wanted to plan things, but she saw a house, and stumbled up, fully aware this might be her only chance. Scrambling up the steps in a daze, she reached the door, mind foggled. Her only thought was to get help. She felt the blood begin to drip. She pounded on the door, praying help would come.
ooc: Crappy post, bleh. I couldn't think of another way to meet besides a misfortune event. >>[/size][/color]
