~|Drowned | In | Tears |~(Glaucia & Dawn)
Jan 7, 2012 2:12:06 GMT -5
Post by clover ❁ on Jan 7, 2012 2:12:06 GMT -5
Dawn Summerset
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[/color][/center]Dawn remembers the day everything fell apart. It is unforgettable.
It is hard for Dawn to tell whether the wetness on her face is her tears or the rain or a mixture of both. Her blonde corkscrew curls tumble backwards over her shoulders, bedraggled and tangled. She does not care. Taking a deep breath, the girl tastes the rain on her lips, the woodiness of the forest, the crisp night air. The high calls of song-birds mar with the ever-present distant roar of the sea. She cares not for these things, nor does she care for the fact that her clothes were torn to shreds as she raced through the undergrowth. The branches and bracken had whipped against her body, and her bare feet had been slammed forcefully against the rough ground many times before she had come to a rest. Now she sits, leaning against a tree, her eyes closed. She rocks back an forth, however it does nothing to calm her. The rain thunders down through the thick canopy, soaking the small girl to the bone. She cannot be more than six or seven years old, however she looks as though she bares the weight of the world on her shoulders.
The rain drips down Dawn's face, mingling with the blood and the tears. The sharp taste of blood fills her consciousness, and just as quickly it is gone. The girls mind is muddled and confused, and it is only after a few minutes of sitting in the rain, arms wrapped around her legs, that Dawn realises what is going on. The emotions hit her like a second wave. Shock fills her mind, and it is all she can do not to collapse into the cold mud. The woody smells that come to the forest, mingled with the salt of the sea, reach her. She does not so much as notice. Instead, she is immersed in her own thoughts, her own feelings, her own pain.
Never again will Dawn feel pain so acutely. Not once after this day will she cry.
The girl picks herself up from the ground, suddenly needing to leave with urgency. She does not attempt to fix any of the ragged edges of her clothes, nor does she run a comb through her hair.
Eve,she cries in a strangled whisper, beginning to hurtle herself back through the trees and toward the beach. How can she have been so selfish? How can she have forgotten that it is not just her who is in pain?
Minutes later, Dawn is sitting in the rain again. No tears mingle with the droplets of freezing water. Instead, she is strong. She cradles her tiny sister in her arms, stroking her hair. Making false promises , soothing the child. Everything will not be okay. Their mother will never recover. But they will always have each other.
. . .
Dawn jolts into consciousness, lifting her hand to her face. The tears are gone, instead she only feels the salty ocean spray on her cheeks. The ocean crashes before her, yet there are no signs of rain. She is pressed up against the wall, the tide lapping at her feel.
Suppressing a cry of fear, the girl leaps up and clambers backward over the wall. Her eyes are wide, as though she has just seen a ghost. In a way, she has.
The wall is rough and in her haste, Dawn feels it cut against her knees. She does not have time to feel for the blood which she is sure is there. Wincing, the girl manages to clamber over the stone wall and look back down at the water. By now it is lapping up at the wall, and Dawn realises that she shoes she slipped off before she fell into her nightmarish past are getting carried away with the tide.
Her only pair of shoes. The only things stopping her feet from being torn to shreds every day. And there was no telling when she could afford a new pair.
Taking a deep breath, Dawn looked around for someone, anyone.
She was nobody.
Wishing, not for the first time in her life that she wasn't so petrified of the water, Dawn grows fearful. What will such a simple thing mean for her family - what if she can no longer complete the things keeping her sister alive?
Suddenly, the frantic girl spots a figure nearby. A girl. Older than Dawn, yes. But there. Not in one of Dawn's sudden memories that jerk toward her from the blue.
And I bet she can swim,Dawn smiles and waves to the girl, calling out for her attention.
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