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~Summit - (Meet Me There) - [Kiah] Feb 18, 2012 20:28:01 GMT -5

Post by arx. on Feb 18, 2012 20:28:01 GMT -5

--- Aryn Jacckson ---

I can't remember.

No matter how hard I try, I can't remember what happened last night. All I can manage to figure out is that I must've had another nervous breakdown because my cheeks are clawed and my hair is still full of sand. I sit in my bed, trying to piece together recent events from just 12 hours or so prior but nothing comes to mind. I can infer that I must've brought home enough alcohol to knock my dad out for the rest of the day because I have no new needle puntures in my wrists and no new bruises on my wrists or face. Despite not havnig had to deal with my father through the night, my head still pounds with pain. All I can do is sit in my bed clenching my head, willing the pain to go away or at least dull to just a small throb before my dad awakens from his drunken stupor.

My head whirls with flashes of things, but I still can't make sense of any of it. I find that I can't even rmember if I went surfing yesterday or not. What happened to me yesterday? I know that I am supposed to be at school today, but I can't bring myself to my feet and I have the feeling that even if I could they wouldn't carry me to the school. I lift my head, ignoring the pain that still throbs there and glance around my room. My bed is the only nice thing in the room; and perhaps the picture of my mom that I hide under my pillow. But otherwise the room is littered with old syringes and the smell of drugs that I have pretty much become accustomed to. I swing my feet over the edge of my bed and let them sink into the carpet. Soft and white, a few blood stains from where I had fallen or spit blood before my father told me how much I was like mom. Dirty whore is what I guess his insult is supposed to mean. I walk over to my window and peak through the blinds. Sunlight.

I turn away and walk swiftly from the room. Thw world chooses this day to be bright ... Why? Why can't the light just disappear? Where are the clouds? My bedroom door flings open as I almost break into a sprint for the living room. I slow down when I reach the room and tiptoe around to each of the windows, closing the shades and trying to ensure that all light will remain out of the room. I watch the couch, worried that the heap laying upon it might roll over and awaken and see me standing around instead of pouring him another drink. I find myself tempted to spit on him while he sleeps with a snore and a bottle poured out onto the ground off the side of the couch. I hate the air in here, filled with the strong fumes of alcohol. It crosses my mind to just kill him while he sleeps ... No, not sleep, is hungover and stupid like the bastard who chooses to be everyday. I breathe out and begin to walk away towards the door. I can't kill him ... I stand in the doorway, regretting even thinking something so cruel. I push the evil thoughts from my mind and try to think o fthe positive things.

I don't know why I thought that would be easy.

"So you thought you could just walk out o fthe house without telling me, huh?"

I whirl around just in time for a fist to meet my face. I think I scream before I hit the floor, but as I lie on the floor trying to catch my breath I can't really remember. I try to stand quick and run but he already has be by the hair, dragging me back to my bedroom. I scream and twist and claw and try to fight my way out of his grasp but he only swears and pulls hard.

"You're just like your mother ..."

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My surfboard bounces on the waves as I watch the sunset. It is beautiful, that's for sure. I can guarentee that it outshines me, especially since my hair is frizzed, my eyes are nearly swollen shut and my face is probably filled with the beginnings of bruises. But that is just a normal day for me. So used to the world shunning me and leaving me to suffer and die. Somehow I must deserve it. But still don't know that reason. Life sucks. Plain and simple. And with life so ugly, I can only imagine how beautiful death must be.

But when will death show itself to me?

Probably never ...

Last Edit: Feb 18, 2012 20:43:03 GMT -5 by arx.

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~Summit - (Meet Me There) - [Kiah] Feb 22, 2012 6:41:28 GMT -5

Post by kiah on Feb 22, 2012 6:41:28 GMT -5

Evaman felt the salt be absorbed through his skin, it was a relaxing feeling. He needed it.it had been a couple of days since he had been out here on the water, free from the district, free from his life. He had been very worried though, and even the thought of surfing hadn’t ebbed the dark feeling which hung around the bottom of his stomach. He willed it to surrender, to back off… but it continued to hold its ground. He never thought that he could get this worried about someone, even surfing couldn’t get it to fade. He had to snoop around find out more. But first he was going to take a moment to meditation.to empty his mind. To start fresh. He closed his tired eye’s, letting his body relax, loosen up. He cleared his mind.

He lay back on his board, letting his body soak in the heat. Letting the mad emotions flow through him, flow toward exists. Leave his body for good. He thought about how much he loved the ocean. The salty sea green water. Never ending, unpredictable, it all mirrored himself. But one thing that he would never have is another world. You look under the surface of the water. Do you ever take the time to appreciate it? He is always surprised at how similar things look beneath the water. It’s like another world, swarming with colours and life. It’s like the dessert just flooded and, well, wet. Clouds cover the sun and the water turns darker, like there’s a storm threatening the life under its power. The weather above the ocean surface affects what the world beneath, if the weathers angry dangerous and angry, it’s like a storm beneath, if it’s sunny and dreamlike so will be this secret world. The secret world not many have the opportunity to search.

Slowly Evaman opened his eyes to a beautiful sunset that took the whole world by surprise. You would think that he was used to sunset’s, that they all looked the same, so why would you bother to sit around to watch one after the other. But they were all different; they were all unique in their own way. Tonight’s sunset was a beautiful deep orange which radiated of the big oaring orb that dazzled the whole world, sun. the sunset hid nothing from Evaman, he could see it all. To him, a sunset represented the end to a hard day, but a beginning to the next, the next one which you could make better. He believed that by learning from that days mistakes, that it was less likely to repeat them. well that may seem obvious, but to him it was much deeper, deeper… and hard to explain.

Slowly the sun sunl deeper and deeper into the horizon, the moon taking its rightful place in the night sky. That’s when Ev noticed he silhouetted that stuck out of the calm black ocean. In a way it looked familiar to him. But how could that be? why would someone be out on the ocean at the time of the night? It was rarely that he would meet someone when he was out this late. The figure stayed still looking out into the ocean before them. not for the first time Ev wondered what they were thinking. If they had the same opinion as him. If they thought the sunset was different every day. But there was something about the way the girl held herself, that Ev couldn’t ignore. The only thing he did know was that she was a girl. that was obvious. D=she didn’t have the masculine shoulders or the broad back, it looked slim and fragile from here.

He couldn’t, make up his mind! Was he going to investigate this familiar figure? Or should he just leave them alone? Maybe he could make some noise or something? To catch their attention. After a big deal of arguing with himself he decided with the last. He was going to get their attention. But how? He thought long and hard, tossing between some ridiculous suggestions. “Maybe I should scream out in pain?” one had been. “Sneeze or shout out some gibberish” was another. But the worst of all was this, ”make chicken noises, and Bark out insults.” Now that was sad he thought to himself, silently spanking himself gently. Is that all I could come up with? Honestly.

Then it came to him. Well not on purpose, he hadn’t been prepared. Suddenly the water beside him started to quiver as a thin surfaced beside him. Ev froze. He knew what it was and he was silently packing himself. He had had a bad experience with a shark, it had almost killed him. He had only just a=managed to escape with his life. The shark slowly advanced on him, silent and deadly. It bumped him gently. He knew exactly what that meant. It was the killing bump. When a shark warns you that it’s there before sinking it’s nasty blood craved teeth into your flesh, tearing at it until it had you for dinner. Ev didn’t like being dinner. He preferred to think of himself as dessert. But what would the shark care?

Then his scream pierced the air.

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~Summit - (Meet Me There) - [Kiah] Feb 22, 2012 20:43:26 GMT -5

Post by arx. on Feb 22, 2012 20:43:26 GMT -5

--- Aryn Jacckson ---

I hear kids complain about the sun. On the occasion that I show up to school, I can hear them complain about how it's too bright and getting into their eyes. Yes, it is just something people say and something to complain about every once in awhile but I don't think that quite understand what they are saying. How could anyone show scorn towards something so beautiful, even for just a moment? I feel a small hatred towards those who complain of its brightness. They don't quite understand that something so bright, something so beautiful, has chosen to touch their eyes and make them sparkle. Something so amazing, has just given one of its rays to you and you are complaining? It only dazzles me to see such foolishness. It has been my dream my whole life that just one single ray would touch my eyes.

My dream still has not been fulfilled.

Although my eyes are swollen nearly shut, I can still see and watch the sun set into the ocean, the water causing the rays of to fragment and shatter endlessly across the ocean's ripples. All the light flies past me, never reaching for me. I don't even think it comes near me, and if it does it only graves the surface and has no affect. But I am so used to this rejection that I don't care anymore. And I can on,y watch as the beauty that I know sinks away, gone until later. Or perhaps forever. Who is to say that the sun will come up tomorrow? Who's to say death will not hold it hostage? Who's to say that I will survive through the night to see it? Who's to say death won't take me by the hand? But I'm only kidding myself. Of course the sun will be there when I awake. Of course the sun will not die. Of course I will survive. Of course death would never take me.

Light and death are alike in that way. They refuse to touch me.

I f anyone has ever watched a sunset before it is almost as if you are watching the world just ... Let go. And as I watch the sun slip beneath the waves I let out a sigh of relief and close my eyes. When I open my eyes again I know that the birth of the moon will have already happened and the stars will begin to shine and sparkle; they seem to tear a whole in the night sky, as if the sun were shining just behind it. I hear the water lap softly against my surfboard as the water slowly rocks me up and down. I twirl my feet in the water, as if I could dance into the ocean or away into the sky. Although it hurts to smile, I do it anyway. I don't think I have done this is near to forever but right now I am being soft. Emotional. And I find myself unashamed. I finally, after years and years, feel normal. Right now, sitting on a surfboard with my eyes closed, having watched the sunset, not undergoing some creepy hallucination, not wishing I was dead, not letting my dad bother me or my mother's foreboding spirit reach me, I finally feel like a normal girl. Just a simple, emotional, smiling teenage girl.

I open my eyes and let my head swivel across the sky to look at all the stars that have popped up to join the moon and the night sky. The smile is wiped from my face, but the happiness still remains. I look into the depths of the ocean, the moonlight illuminating only the surface. My feet churn the water, still wanting to dance into the sky or down into the ocean. And before I know it I have fallen into the water, willingly, yes, but surprisingly. I float on my back, not really caring where my surfboard drifts away to. The water is chilled, but my body is warm and its soft tingle against my skin is quite comforting. I sit up again and throw my clothing onto my surfboard. I shiver as the water reaches all of my body, willing me to delve deeper into its depths. The water feels so smooth, and so comforting as it wraps all of me up in its gentle arms. All of me; At this moment, I belong to the ocean.

A shriek cause the ocean to let go, or at least become distracted from holding me. I sit up, treading frantically, wondering what was going on. I hear thrashing and watering splashing all around, but my eyes find nothing as I twist and turn in the water, as I try to find the source of such a sound. The moon does not shine upon the noise, for I cannot find the source of the noise that continue to occur. "Hello?! Where are you?"
My cries seem stupid now as I realize how small my voice is and how big the ocean is and how loud the noise is. I start to paddle towards the splashing water, no matter how much the little voice in my head tells me to swim to shore. When I finally find the noise, I fin d that it seems to be a boy, except, I can't really see what is going on. I swim closer and closer, breathing heavily from all the sudden effort. I dive into the water, searching for the boy and whatever seems to be making the noise, but all I can see is dark water. Then everything stops and all I see is a hand.

Before I realize what has happened, I have managed to take the boy by the hand, and begin to drag him to shore. I don't know, but I think tears are running down my face from all the effort I am putting forth to drag this boy away from what I think I now realize was a shark. I can't think, I can't stop breathing in and then sputtering out water, and I can't comprehend what is happening. I look at the boy, but again all I can see is a dark face. As I reach the shore I drag him as far away from the ocean as possible, wondering why on Earth the shark decided to leave me alone all this way. I had never seen a shark attack, but oh god ... What the hell am I supposed to do?! I tense as the air meets my wet skin. I know I am naked, but damn it! This boy is probably dying!

"Hello? Please, be okay, please, please, please don't die. S-S-Seriously, are you okay? I d-didn't know if you needed help or-or what I was supposed to do, or wh-what the hell was happening and, please just don't kill me for not kn-knowing what to do or just please, please ..."

((OOC : Hope you don't mind any of this ... ))

"I run on the road, long before I dance under the lights."

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~Summit - (Meet Me There) - [Kiah] Feb 27, 2012 7:39:36 GMT -5

Post by kiah on Feb 27, 2012 7:39:36 GMT -5

Light flashed before his eyes. You now how people say that when your about to die, your life flashes before your eyes? Well that’s a lie, when your about to die, life in the present. The now, fills your senses, filling you with horror. You see the nasty ending to your life. Ev’s ending? Was shark food. He was gonna die at the hand s of this hark which was flashing his white teeth at him. Then it all happened in a rushed blur. Before he knew it he was in the water, trying to find the surface, the all so peaceful city below, now disturbed, running frenzy. The water that seemed so friendly. So welcoming, now seemed a foreign place. A place that you go to die. Your death bed. Evaman could see his death bed. Here it was. Now. He was gonna die doing what he loved... but he couldn’t see the point in dying doing what you love, when you had so many unanswered questions.

Pain shot up his left leg. Needle sharp pain. Pain that only became more concentrated. More forbidding, until it was unbearable. Evaman could feel himself being rattled, shacked around like a rag doll. Like trash. Like prey. He had given up hopes that his screaming would help him. Now his screams were ones full of pain. Remorse. failure. He had failed his family. He was gonna die; leave them with no one to support them. Feed them. They probably weren’t even going to get his body; his body would just disintegrate at the bottom of this now foreign ocean. He had no will left to fight on. This was ]his end as he knew it. It was like he was dead already. The pain was excruciating as the shark held its ground, tearing at Evanman like a dog would at a stake, taking carful bites to make sure Evaman got the full extent of the pain.

Evaman screams soon faded. They took too much effort, energy, that he didn’t have. You would have thought that his main focus was to stay alive… but really, that was the last thing on his mind. Right now all hope had left him. Hope for everything. There was none left. Just a huge black hole. Waiting to suck the rest of his lie out of him, but letting him suffer for his deeds bad first. Death wasn’t lenient. It let you suffer as long as it could, before taking you under its wing, for safe keeping. But now today? Ev thought it was never going to end. The pain went on forever, flowing through his veins freely, killing all the happy thoughts that he had had before. Killing him. Killing his love for life.

Then out of nowhere the pressure clamp on his leg disappeared replaced by the fumbling with his hand. He had no idea what was going on. For all he knew it was an angle leading him to heaven, it wasn’t as gentle as he had imagined… but who was he to question. He had imagined it all different. More graceful. More… heavenly? But here he was on the rough journey which pulled and ripped at his shredded skin. It was a pain that he tried to endure, after all it should disappear soon, right? the ride got no more endurable as we reached what he thought was heaven… but then it all came clear. He wasn’t going to heaven. He was still alive. Shredded. But alive. In unbearable pain. but alive. For a second he felt relieved but then the longing for death overwhelmed him. The pain was so excruciating that he wished he was dead. Dead to put an end to it. to put an end to the pain.

Then he felt sand under his body as he was dragged away from the water’s edge, as he was taken to what the person thought was safety. Then his mind froze for a moment. What had happened to the girl, was she dragging him now? Was she being shredded by the shark as he thought now? Was she going through the pain he was now? Or was she safe? Away from the beast… the beat that had almost got his life tonight and still might. He wasn’t sure why exactly he felt this worried for the girl. yes in general he would be worried… but he felt as though he knew the girl, that he had been through something with her that no one else had seen.

Peeling his eye lids back, Evaman tried to catch a glimpse of the person that might have just saved his life. But his vision was blurred with what he believed was blood, so he couldn’t distinguish the features of the person, but he knew that he was grateful no matter what. They had just risked their life for his. He owed them his life. He knew that and was no going to let it go easily. He was gonna do whatever it takes to pay them back. Whatever it takes. He was gonna do whatever it takes.

Slowly he fell into unconsciousness, just as the person started screaming hysterically, about how she was sorry, that when Evaman realised who they were….

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Slowly Ev opened his eyes, the moon was setting, looking sadly down up on him, scared for what Ev might see. He closed his eyes. The pain was still burning fiercely through his veins but the memory of last night… was just a blur. He couldn’t distinguish features nothing. Reluctantly he opened his eyes again to see a girl staring down at him. A Girl he recognised so very much. she was the girl. the hallucinating girl. The one that, sort of helped him through his low. She was the girl. The naked girl. she was naked! Staring down at him. Her… what would you call it? Junk? Hanging out everywhere. It wasn’t his fault that he noticed… those- he was a guy! What else would you expect. There was a naked girl standing in front of him. He was nearly shredded, and this is what came out of his mouth, “hey. Well this doesn’t happen every day! But I kinda like it!” he said trying to crack a sleazy joke, that came out of his mouth. Sounding broken and cracked. Not what he was planning but that was his personality. It was in his nature to say something like that, and really he felt quite pleased.

Last Edit: Feb 27, 2012 7:42:07 GMT -5 by kiah

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~Summit - (Meet Me There) - [Kiah] Feb 28, 2012 20:13:18 GMT -5

Post by arx. on Feb 28, 2012 20:13:18 GMT -5

--- Aryn Jacckson ---

I watched helplessly as the boy drifted away into unconsciousness. What am I supposed to do? I thought I might scream for help but as I placed my head to his chest I realized it was still rising and falling as he continued to breathe lightly. She paused, her hear still on his chest. I gave a sigh of relief and felt comfort in it. I couldn't place it, but this, the feeling of this boy, was familiar. Somehow, it was like a dream where she was encased in nothing but clouds and warm sunlight. But, why? I opened my eyes and lifted my head, retreating to sit at his feet. I looked him over, no longer worrying for his life until I felt a warmth cross seep onto my knee and up my shin as I knelt in the sand. The moon was quite bright and as I started actually focus my eyes in the dark I knew what the shimmering liquid staining the sand must be. Blood.

I get to my feet, disgusted and frightened once again. His leg ... I want to throw up, but honestly I have seen and felt much worse. My eyes have begun to sting from overuse and my face is so sore from all the movement I had been doing. My heart rate is quickening again and before I can completely think of what to do I have dove into the water again, on a search for my board. At first the search seems impossible; How am I supposed to find a single board in an ocean that is always moving? But as I look out to where I remembering floating along I notice my heap of clothing sitting on the board, my bright shirt almost begging for my eye to catch on it. I hop on my board and paddle back to shore as quickly as possible, hoping that the boy had not bled out in the time I had been away. I drag my board up next to him and grab my shirt and throw it onto his leg, trying to wrap the wound up and keep his blood where it should be, inside his body. I manage to wrap it tightly around the wound I can see and start pressing my shorts up against it, trying to maintain pressure.

But after a few minutes I am not sure that it is working. I crawl back up to his side, placing my hand on his chest to look for signs of life. He was still breathing. But still my mind whirled. What if he died? What would happen to me? Would I be taken to the Capitol? Would I be turned into an Avox, no way of speaking, serving the Capitolites all the time? What would my father say? Would he kill me? Would I finally be dead? I look down upon the boy, his face unmoving. I think I see his eyes twitch but I can't be sure. I lay my head on his chest again, thinking of the punishment I might receive from my father when I returned home with bloodstained hands and a tale of a dead boy at the beach. His heart still beats inside him. Strongly even. A rhythmic tune that rattles through my ears, whispering to me a reassurance. I let my eyes close and my muscles relax. Another sigh takes hold of my lungs and I can't help but enjoy the cool air of the night against me, the heat of the boy colliding with it. I give a small chuckle to myself and a whisper left my lips. "I hate men."

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My eyes flutter open as far as the swelling will let them and I rise as I watch the night end and the morning begin. I look at the boy, still only breathing in the sand. Soon, there would people swarming the beach, soon people would wonder what she had done. Holy shit ... I'm still naked. I stand, looking around, hoping no one was looking yet. I look down at the clothing I have wrapped around his leg and decide that I can't put that bloody mess onto my body. I look around and find that there is a small treeline not so far away. I look down at the boy and can't help but want to avoid dragging him, but what else is there to do? He is unconscious anyway, he can't feel anything. I slide him as best I can onto my surfboard and pull him into the trees. I push him off as I reach the safety of the lush green forest, fretful about his blood staining my board. As soon as I have pushed him off I see him toss his head and a small gasp reach him as he realizes he is still in pain.

I lean over him as his eyes flutter open, grateful that he is finally awakened from his stupor. Now, I would not have top explain to my father how I killed a boy! He looks up at me, a sort of recognition crossing his face which confuses me. I don't know him ... “Hey. Well this doesn’t happen every day! But I kinda like it!” His eyes are wandering across my body and I do the natural thing. Instinct. My hand lashes out and meets his cheek with a force I didn't know I had in me. I grab my board and hide behind it as best I can before I speak again in frustration.

"My clothes happen to be wrapped around your leg saving your life, asshole!"

Shit ... I hadn't meant for it all to come out so loud and so fast and did I just swear? At someone who is obviously an inferior gender to me?

"I mean ... Uh ..."

"I run on the road, long before I dance under the lights."

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~Summit - (Meet Me There) - [Kiah] Mar 29, 2012 6:46:48 GMT -5

Post by kiah on Mar 29, 2012 6:46:48 GMT -5

But after a couple of moments Evaman began to regret the comment. How stupid could he be! This girl seemed to have saved his life and that’s all he could say. He looked away embarrassed, but not in time to feel the piercing, searing pain of the girls hand making contact with his cheek. Ouch. Damn did that hurt. He could feel his face prick uncomfortably as the girl started to yell abuse at him. Looking away he felt his face turn scarlet. He was ashamed of his behaviour. Why couldn’t he have just been a gentleman? Thanked her for her help? I mean he had just saved his life. He frowned. He was so selfish sometimes.
"I mean ... Uh ..."she mumbled looking away.

Evaman couldn’t believe that she was ashamed. It was his fault and yet she looked like she was the one who had done something wrong. Now he felt bad.

“sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. It was way over the line… Oh and thanks for everything” He said sincerely. His eyes locked with the girls, and once again he felt a wave of… something wash over him. He knew this girl. it wasn’t just a casual thing. This girl had shown him something, had made him realise something. But what that something was? He had no idea. And who the girl was? He couldn’t place is finger on it.

Then for the first time the pain of his leg surged painfully through his body, his face curled in pain as his hands jumped to his leg. He screamed in silence as he tried to endure the pain. He closed his eyes as tears sprung to them. the salty balls of water, slide silently down his cheeks, he hadn’t been in this much pain for a long time.

"What's your name?"
"Aryn."
Evaman’s eyes never left the girl. The question only hung in the air for a moment before her voice echoed through Ev’s head. Aryn...

The thought flew through his mind, distracting him for moments from the pain in my leg. Aryn? Was this the girl? was she the girl from the beach? His mind spun, making him dizzy, it was all happening to fast, Evanam was having a hard time processing it all….

Aryn screaming brought Evaman focus back to the present, the sun had sunk lower in the sky, framing the ocean with its beauty, the only disturbance to this picture was the girl side him, but he refused to leave her side. He couldn’t handle it anymore the screaming had drawn him closer to her, he wanted to hold her to calm her down, to comfort her, but he knew that he shouldn’t touch her, after all it might scare her and send her deeper into the fit.

Being unable to resist any longer, Evaman pulled her into his arms, gently but firmly. The moment his skin touched hers the thrashing stopped and her breathing slowed down. In his arms, like this, she almost looked peaceful. Her eyes fluttered gently under her eye lids, and occasionally her thin lips would twitch, but every movement looked natural in Evaman’s eyes. At every passing moment she seemed to fall into a deeper sleep, the peacefulness turning her face soft and delicate.

Evaman didn’t know what he was doing when he realised that he had made a move to kiss her, but an urgent tug drawled him forward. Thoughts that he couldn’t record raced through his mind confusing him. What was happening? What was he doing? Before he knew it he felt his lips touch hers, soft and gentle. Her lips were warm and comforting, pure and innocent. She pulled away and took a step back her eyes dazed and confused and then without warning she fell forward.

Then again she was in his arms, but it felt different this time. She wasn’t in a peaceful sort of stance, her face was wiped of emotion and she lay a dead weight in his arms. He started to panicked. Was she dead, had Evaman killed her, would she ever open her eyes again, ones that Evaman wanted to see so badly, just to know that she is alive.

Slowly he world around Evaman crumbled...

Was she the right girl? he had to find out. The girl that was a mystery. The girl that left him guessing. The girl that had just runned away from him, when his questions hadn’t been answered?

He looked at the girl again, but differently. He focused on her distorted eyes. They seemed haunted scared. The swelling around them looked nasty, her eyes were shielded by the mess. He wanted to see them. he wanted to discover this mystery. He wanted to know who this girl really was. So he started all over again.

“what’s your name?” he asked as he looked up at the girl.