Moonlit Walk (Morgana)
Sept 29, 2011 13:39:22 GMT -5
Post by ali on Sept 29, 2011 13:39:22 GMT -5
I don't care what the whisper's say cause they whisper to loud about me
The sea lapped up against my toes, the porcelain coloured sand glistening in the blue moon light. It had been some time since I had made a walk like this- many weeks. Re-cooperating in Hospital after what happened was hard. Not seeing the man who saved my life for so long hurt even more. I sighed deeply thinking of the grey eyed man and his sandy rust coloured hair. I knew were he lived- or at least i had a rough guess. I’d been there on one occasion to speak with him but his mother told me he was out.
I put one hand to my side, where my baby blue top barely covered the entirety of my waist, brushing my fingers over the jagged scar that ran across my pelvis. Just touching it made me think of what had happened and how hard it was to live with the him afterwards. Of course, I hadn’t told anyone. How could I, he was a peacekeeper. Looking down, I thought of my mum. Clymene. She was probably in the Capitol now- working in some harsh conditions in a sewer or something like that. I missed her terribly. This is must what she felt when things like this happened to her. I remember days where her arm were in slings and bruises lined her cheeks.
I looked over my shoulder at the empty coast line. Oh how I dreamed of hearing the sounds of the waves. My deafness prevented that. I looked down again. I didn’t mind being deaf but, its had its downers. For example- communicating with the Doctors at the Hospital was harder than I thought it would be. People thought I was stupid but that was not the truth. I could read, write and spell, do maths to a reasonable level- the only thing I couldn’t do was talk. I could talk through sign language and i could sing in sign- well sort of. People didn‘t understand so it didn't help. I sighed heavily again wondering who would miss me if I was to walk into the ocean and never return.